Xiya Qiao's words were thick with threat.
Even if someone with an unfit mind were to kill her, she would have no place to argue her case.
Lin Qian pursed her red lips, looking at Xiya Qiao and said, "Xiya Qiao, what's the point of doing this? Love is a matter between both a man and a woman. Even if I don't end up with Yin Moran, I guess he wouldn't choose to be with you either."
It was clear that Yin Moran had no romantic feelings for Xiya Qiao.
He would take care of her, but only for the sake of her sister, Qiao Xixian.
Yet Xiya Qiao wasn't satisfied with this kind of care; she wanted to take their relationship further.
"You would know!"
Xiya Qiao's face changed, "Before you came along, do you know how Moran spoiled me? I wanted wind, he'd make the wind blow; I wanted rain, and he'd bring it; if he didn't like me, would he treat me so well?"
To command the wind and summon the rain?
Lin Qian couldn't help but say, "He's nice to you, just because of your sister."