Qiao Jiaying's face changed subtly, but she quickly regained her composure, "I'm sorry."
An apology? Jian Xi narrowed her eyes. Capable of humility and elasticity, well done!
"I didn't know about those things. If I had known, I wouldn't have fought with you for them," Qiao Jiaying said earnestly, "Jian Xi, Liang Jiaying won't ever take your things again. And, I won't ever return to Jiangcheng."
"Oh really! Then let's settle our old accounts," Jian Xi said.
"What old accounts?"
Jian Xi took out a thick ledger from her bag: "This."
Qiao Jiaying flipped it open and was bewildered: "A ledger? What does this mean?"
"You and your mother, don't you have any idea how much you've swallowed from the Jian family over these ten years?" Jian Xi sneered, "The small amounts, let's not fuss over. Consider it like I was aiding refugees. But for the large amounts!"
Her tone shifted sharply as Jian Xi spoke with severity, "The large amounts, you must pay back."
