Dan Hanxi coldly interrupted her, squinting his menacing eyes.
"..."
Qin Youxuan was left speechless by his retort.
She grasped the hem of her skirt with both hands, biting her lip.
"Dan Hanxi, these words might fool outsiders, but there's no need to act in front of me. Even if you're not doing anything to Tingye now, did you ever think about using him against Dan Hanjie?"
"..."
"Tingye's kidnapping, my father's death... all of this is connected to you, isn't it? Only now do you claim to care for your nephew. When you used him, where was your conscience? Tingye's corneas were once severely damaged; if it weren't for Diwu Zexuan, he might have been blind now. What right do you have to righteously blame others for their distrust?!"
Qin Youxuan walked to the sofa, clenching her fists tightly, trying to control her temper.
Whenever she recalled that moment of despair, she couldn't stop the hatred from surging.
"...I never thought of harming him."
