"Miss Guh indeed shares a deep sisterly bond with Siqing," An Yiqing said with a light smile, her rosy lips casually uttering cruel words. "Since that's the case, I wish you success in finding the real murderer who killed Miss Siqing and tearing his body into ten thousand pieces." After all, Yiqing wasn't the one who killed Guh Siqing; even if Guh Tian had died, it wouldn't have anything to do with her.
Faced with the impervious An Yiqing, Guh Siyi was filled with rage she had nowhere to vent, feeling extremely vexed.
With proud arrogance, she tilted her delicate chin up and puffed out her impressive chest, speaking coldly, "Excuse me, Miss An, I just returned from Country Jin, and there are many old friends I need to greet. Naturally, I won't be too idle. Being a rich heiress isn't easy; you might want to prepare yourself, Miss An."