"I've explained to Xizhou that it was all a misunderstanding. It was an accident when I pushed you, and to avoid further misunderstandings, I deleted the surveillance footage. I'm sorry, Miss Shen," Woon Ruxi spoke without a change in expression, nonchalantly admitting this in front of He Xizhou.
"How impressive, a woman whispers in the pillow talk, and even murder can be called a misunderstanding. So you knew all along."
Somehow, Shen Wanxing's throat felt sour.
She was being toyed with by He Xizhou like a fool, as he stood by Woon Ruxi.
"What about me? Isn't my pillow talk useful?" Shen Wanxing moved closer, walking up to He Xizhou, she grabbed and yanked open his tie, "He Xizhou, we've slept together."
Shen Wanxing would not normally be so bold.
She just felt her space to exist was being constricted; if He Xizhou and Woon Ruxi's relationship stabilized, then she would no longer have a chance.
To Mr. He Sr., she was a person of no value.