Liang Shiman's heart skipped a beat, unsure of what to say.
He Qimo, after washing his hands, pulled out two dry paper towels to wipe his fingertips, then slid his hands into his pockets and approached Liang Shiman inch by inch.
"Liang Shiman, I don't care if you did this or how you achieved it. You should be thankful that she's safe today, but we both know that being safe now doesn't mean she'll be safe next time. Remember my advice today: back off. It doesn't matter to you or me whom she marries now. Otherwise, you can see how Yu Yuanshen and Feng Chengjin protect Gu Zixuan. If this matter falls into my hands, you might still have a chance to live. If it falls into theirs, who knows what they would do~~~"
The eerie voice sent a bone-chilling cold through Liang Shiman.
And with that, He Qimo, seemingly uninterested in wasting any more words on Liang Shiman, shot her a mocking glance before coldly turning around and leaving, pulling open the door of the women's restroom.
