"What are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so happily?"
Xintong snapped back to her senses. "Nothing. How's that thing I asked you to do coming along?"
"She got away."
"Got away?" The moment Xintong heard that, she flew into a rage. She had to make sure Zhenzhen died—had to die, and immediately. As long as Feng Zhenzhen was alive for one more day, she wouldn't be at ease for even a second.
After all, she was the one who let Qin Cuifen out. Back then she'd acted on impulse and the arrangements hadn't been thorough; if anyone really wanted to investigate, they'd definitely be able to trace it back to her. For all she knew, Grandfather or Housekeeper Xing might already have found out. If word reached Feng Zhenzhen's ears, that woman would probably hate her to death.
This hidden danger absolutely could not be allowed to remain.
