Qin Xueyuan, who was applying a face mask in her apartment, heard the doorbell ringing frantically.
Seeing Su Ting outside, she quickly took off her slip dress's outer garment and opened the door with a delighted expression, "Ting Brother, what brings you here today? Come in and have a seat."
With a smack, the man's phone was flung directly onto her face.
His eyes dark and gloomy, he interrogated, "Qin Xueyuan, did you do this?"
The phone screen was already shattered on the ground. Qin Xueyuan crouched down to pick up the phone, the video freezing on the scene of Ming Yuan's grievous wound, too gruesome to behold.
But her eyes were filled with the pleasure of seeing her rival suffer.
Looking up, Qin Xueyuan innocently said, "Ting Brother, I really didn't do this. I don't have any feud with Sister Ming Yuan, although the sister... there are some things I'm not sure if I should mention."
"Ting Brother, please come inside first, I might know some insider information about this."