Li Yeqi picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. He took a slow sip and, seeing Yan Luoxi sit down again, said, "Yan Luoxi, before you return to the Imperial Capital, you still have a chance to confess to me."
Yan Luoxi bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure how much Li Yeqi actually knew, or if he was just bluffing her. "Is Yuedao coming here because of me?"
Previously, Li Yeqi hadn't brought any attendants. Yuedao arrived on a morning flight today, so there was only one reason: Li Yeqi wanted him to do something important.
"Yes, because of you."
Yan Luoxi's teeth sank deep into her flesh, and she almost immediately tasted the rich metallic taste of blood. As expected, Yuedao was there to investigate her, which meant that her former landlord must have said something to arouse Li Yeqi's suspicions.
She recalled what Li Yeqi had asked her last night in the middle of the night and said, "Xiaoling is not your son; he is adopted by me."
