"Of course, this is my responsibility, it's my fault I bumped into you and got your clothes dirty." The girl wiped Qin Qin's clothes again, not stopping until it was nearly clean, and then she looked at Qin Qin apologetically and apologized again.
Qin Qin looked at the girl and said indifferently, "Don't let a moment of helping a tyrant do evil ruin your whole life."
The girl's expression stiffened, and she forced a smile unnaturally, "What are you talking about, I don't understand?"
"You know whether you understand or not."
The girl clutched the corner of her clothing nervously, her heart pounding, and under Qin Qin's gaze, she eventually turned her head away, "I'm sorry."
With that, the girl quickly left.
Qin Qin looked indifferent as she watched the girl's left pocket. She had given her a chance, and since she didn't cherish it, Qin Qin wouldn't be polite.
"Ah, my bracelet? Where did my bracelet go?"
A panicked voice with a hint of crying came from nearby—it was Loh Bixin.
