Looking at the message Zhi Qi sent on the WeChat chat interface, Fang Xiaocao's hands were trembling.
Cold!
So cold!
"Could it really be her..."
Fang Xiaocao muttered, her lips quivering.
An orphan from a young age, Zhi Qi was almost the whole of her childhood, the repository of familial affection.
Now, she faced the betrayal of the closest person to her.
Fang Xiaocao felt like she was about to suffocate.
Fang Xiaocao kept taking deep breaths, relieving the feeling of suffocation, her heartbeat seemingly half a beat slower.
"Huff..."
Fang Xiaocao exhaled a breath of turbid air, forcibly bringing her emotions back to calm.
She knew that at this time, she needed to keep cool, and couldn't let her emotions sway her brain's thinking.
"It's just a suspicion..."
"I haven't got any evidence yet!"
Fang Xiaocao comforted herself.
"Since there is suspicion, let's give it a try."
Fang Xiaocao muttered to herself.
"Xiaoqi, what do you need with this young lady?"
