For a long time, she looked at Qiu Jin in a daze, let out a bitter laugh, and stood up with the support of the dining table, "Was it me who caused my own downfall!"
The past is gone, what meaning is there in bringing it up?
At this moment, He Yingdong was standing in the hall, his back turned to the dining room.
Yet, he could hear everything inside clearly.
When Qiu Jin asked about the events of three years ago, he focused all his attention on listening.
He still thought that at the time, she had her reasons, that she was forced by others.
Ha ha... But no, it was all just his wishful thinking.
She simply wanted to harm him; what other reasons could there be?
Letting out a cold laugh, he turned away desolately.
By the time Li Jiaqi walked out of the dining room, the hall was already empty.
But in the air, there was a faint scent of tobacco that lingered for a long time.
The phone rang.
She swiped it open.
It was a text from Ye Huanyan, "Qiqi, is he treating you well?"
