She took a deep breath and spoke again, "Where exactly have I—Hua Xiaomo—offended you? If there were misunderstandings in the past, shouldn't my attentive service over these days have earned some of your sympathy by now?"
"Heh heh…" Qi Longbing laughed once more upon hearing her words, a chill flashing through the depths of his eyes where deep resentment and hatred brewed.
Indeed, the hatred felt at this moment was blatantly clear.
Qi Longbing crossed his arms, walked closer, and looked down at her. His voice, laced with obvious danger, said, "From your tone, you think it's me—Qi Longbing—who is deliberately doing this, framing you and Mo Rutian, or perhaps… your Brother Long?"
"President Qi…" Hua Xiaomo's pale, lovely face contorted in pain. As she gazed at him, her eyes, full of anguish, welled with tears. "I don't know, but… but is it really necessary to go this far? Hate me if you must, but why involve other innocent people?"
