Without a Trace

"Who knows if it's her family members who gave her this thing? It might be from the man at the door that day! Some people look cool and aloof on the surface, but who knows what despicable things they can do behind everyone's back!" Li Hua said.

"You'd better watch your mouth!" Bai Dian said as she glared at Li Hua.

"Did I say who it is? Did I say this person's name? Why are you able to make the connection! Don't tell me you have a guilty conscience!" Li Hua said softly.

Xia He patted the dust off the bottom of her skirt with a cold expression on her face. She put away her training clothes and dancing shoes and locked them in the cabinet. Then, she carried the clutch bag which Qiao Mei made for her and stood in front of Li Hua.