Wu Xiujie sat on the sofa in the small reception room, leisurely sipped his tea, then leaned back and regarded Qiao Qingyu with a piercing gaze. He asked in a slow, yet disdainful tone, "Do you have any important clues?"
Qiao Qingyu didn't sit down. She didn't wish to engage in a lengthy talk with him. She remained standing at the door, her expression calm but her voice somewhat cold, "Mr. Wu, if it comes to changing faces and playing tricks, you are indeed very skilled. However, let's get straight to the point today."
Wu Xiujie watched Qiao Qingyu with interest, a smile still on his face, "Straight to the point? What exactly do you want to say?"
"Yesterday, as I was leaving, you told me—'You'd better pray that your mother isn't the daughter of Wu Xiucai.' Can I take that as a veiled threat?" she asked.
