"I need to wake you up!"
Song Jia pulled Qiao Jiaying's hand, trembling with anger, "Look at your hands? Your hands are made for playing the cello, you're a performer! How can you do such a thing?"
"Mom..."
"From now on, let your mother handle the dirty work. Don't you dare get involved again, hear me?" Song Jia hissed.
Qiao Jiaying shrank back in fear, "I heard you. But Mom, what about this time? Jian Xi won't let me off easy!"
"Don't worry, Mom will figure something out! She might not even be able to find any evidence," Song Jia took a deep breath and looked disdainfully at her daughter, "Look at you? If you're afraid, don't do it, and if you've done it, don't be afraid!"
"Mom, I was wrong..."
"Alright. Go to sleep now, Mom will handle it!"
"Okay."
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As the night grew deeper, Jian Xi, too, exhausted from the day's events, fell fast asleep in bed.
In the middle of the night, her phone rang.
Almost reflexively, she rolled out of bed and looked around alertly.
