Old Uncle An was a janitor at the resort. Qu Qingwei gave him some money and had him put the snakes in Alice's bed. She thought she'd fooled everyone, but George caught her.
"What did you do to Uncle An?" Qu Qingwei looked at George warily. She wasn't afraid of him; she just didn't want to implicate the elderly man.
"Relax, I've already sent him out of London and gave him enough money to live comfortably in his later years." George lit a cigarette, took two measured puffs, and stepped closer to Qu Qingwei. "Little Wei, what you did was too risky. If Uncle An had been caught and turned on you, wouldn't you have been in trouble?"
His tone carried a hint of reproach, tinged with concern—that much Qu Qingwei was acutely aware of.
Over the years, pampered by Wen Qiyang, Qu Qingwei had become a bit spoiled and proud. Though feeling guilty under George's watchful gaze, she still lifted her chin defiantly. "I'm not afraid of them! I've got my brother-in-law backing me!"
