"Yao Qing, I've never really understood why you harbor such intense animosity toward me?"
These past few days, she had carefully revisited events up to the present, finding many peculiarities.
For instance, Yao Qing barely cared about the company's other artists, and her attitude towards An Ru was somewhat conciliatory, adopting a live-and-let-live demeanor.
But with her, she was sharp, aggressive, constantly at loggerheads, until her mask was forcibly stripped away, and the revulsion and hatred in her heart were translated into action—pouncing on her.
All of this was too strange, so strange that Chen Jinxiu felt it was a cunningly orchestrated revenge, as if there had been a deep and intense enmity between her and Yao Qing in the past.
"Did I offend you before?"
Chen Jinxiu clenched the sheets, curved her body and looked sideways at Yao Qing, her black hair messily covering half of her face.
