Su Wanxin glanced at Fu Shihan's cold face and then at Cheng Yao, pressing her lips into a smile.
The moment Cheng Yao saw her, her eyes brightened, as if she had been waiting for her appearance.
Su Wanxin walked straight over and sat down beside Fu Shihan, and with just one sentence, made the light in Cheng Yao's eyes disappear: "Sorry for not dying as you wished."
Cheng Yao looked at her with bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred and despair. Su Wanxin turned to look at Fu Shihan, "Can I talk to her alone for a moment?"
Fu Shihan hesitated for a moment and then stepped out of the room. Outside the door, he lit a cigarette, feeling a bit irritated.
The room was left with just the two of them. Su Wanxin leaned back against the chair, quietly observing Cheng Yao's features, and after a long moment, softly asked, "When did we first meet? Was it at the orphanage?"
