Shi Lanting was utterly unafraid of anyone or anything.
She did not take Qiao Zhiyi seriously at all.
She was very confident, certain that it couldn't be traced back to her.
Qiao Zhiyi was just speculating now, and even if she was certain, she still had no evidence.
That's why Shi Lanting was so brazen.
"I just feel it's not worth it for my brother. You don't deserve him." In Shi Lanting's eyes, there was resentment and scorn.
Qiao Zhiyi scoffed lightly, "I'm not worthy, but you are?"
Shi Lanting's facial expression stiffened for a moment, and she sneered, "You're already my brother's wife. I saw you that night, laughing and talking with your ex-boyfriend. It was him who supported you as you left the bar. He said you weren't feeling well and needed to take you home first. I even suggested you stay, since we had so many people there to look after you."
