Cui Ji lowered his gaze, took two steps back, and cupped his hands towards Shen Yinning: "I promised you that I would make Zhang Cuichun confess and face justice. I didn't expect the Shen Family to brazenly go to the Ministry of Justice to assassinate the witness. I have failed to alleviate your worries, Madam. It's my incompetence."
Snow drifted between them, like a sea of pear blossoms.
Shen Yinning brushed away the fine snow on her brows and lashes, not missing the murderous intent in Lu Ying's eyes.
She said, "Indeed, quite incompetent."
Even though her tone was soft and charming, at this moment, it fell into Cui Ji's ears colder than snowflakes.
