547, Song Qinghuan, you wait to be abandoned

Her voice seemed to come from the heavens, abruptly silencing the manic Song Qinghuan, as if she had been alleviated from another world.

Song Qinghuan's expression changed, she dropped the shards in her hand, a smile forming on her lips. "Bai Rubing, so you finally admit it."

Bai Rubing froze, her pupils dilating, a cold sensation surging up her spine.

"How can I stain my hands with blood just for the likes of you?" Song Qinghuan scoffed. "If I hadn't compelled you like this, how else could I have made you admit to sending the text."

Bai Rubing was chilled to the bone, realizing that she had fallen into Song Qinghuan's trap.

Right from the start, from the first slap, Song Qinghuan seemed to have intended to provoke her.

But in reality, it was Song Qinghuan who was more furious. Her own breakdown urged the agitation in Bai Rubing, her mind in chaos. Under pressure and lost in her emotions, Bai Rubing let slip.