Qing City, Imperial Dynasty Club.
Helian Sulan stared menacingly at the woman sitting across from her, who was stunning even in plain clothes. Her hatred grew stronger, "Song Xueqin, you have the nerve to ask me for a face-to-face talk. What can we talk about? Just seeing you makes me sick—"
In contrast to Helian Sulan's agitation, Song Xueqin appeared exceedingly calm and composed, with a slight smile on her lips, "Why do you think there's nothing to discuss between us? Topics like men and children could keep us talking all night."
"Oh, I forgot to mention that we can also talk about that incident from over twenty years ago—"
In an instant, the tension in Helian Sulan's mind snapped completely, "I—I don't understand what you're talking about, what incident from over twenty years ago?"
She couldn't possibly know; that incident could be described as flawless...
