Qiao Nian pulled a chair and sat down, looking obedient. "You don't know?"
Sweat broke out on Old Madam Xie's back, but she did not dare to wipe it. She forced herself to pretend to be stupid. "I really don't know what you're talking about."
Silence.
Qiao Nian looked away after a few seconds. Her slightly lowered bangs covered her eyebrows, making them look even sharper as she played with a lighter.
Old Madam Xie watched as she flicked the lighter, and a blue flame lit up.
It was a simple action, but the killing intent hidden in it was obvious.
Qiao Nian wanted her dead.