Qin Yin stared coldly at Li Yueyi. Her bright red lips, smeared with lipstick, opened and closed, and every word she spoke was like a sharp dagger, piercing Qin Yin's heart again and again until it felt numb.
She said, "Do you really think your mother jumped off a building just because of her personality? Even if there were issues with the procurement accounts, she would have insisted on finding out the truth. How could she abandon her daughter and choose to kill herself?"
"What are you trying to say?" Qin Yin tried to stabilize her emotions and asked coldly.
"Haha…" Li Yueyi laughed more arrogantly, "Qin Yin, are you scared? Or do you already have a vague suspicion in your heart?"
Qin Yin said nothing, just stared grimly at her.
"Let me ask you this—do you love Nan Sichen?" Li Yueyi's expression was filled with malicious glee. "You love him dearly, don't you? I can tell. He loves you too. The two of you are truly in love."
