Ming Jing didn't answer her. She walked over to the kneeling waiter, looking down at him from a higher position.
Her gaze was deep and hard to fathom.
The waiter had known from the moment she switched from champagne to red wine that the true heiress of the Zhu family, Zhu Xiangxiang, was smart. She probably had figured it out. Lucky for him, if she went along, he could get away scot-free.
So when he locked eyes with her, he couldn't help but tremble.
"When was the last time they contacted you?"
Li Jiaojiao frowned. "You already have solid evidence; why are you still asking? You don't believe that Zhu Xiangxiang would harm you? Don't be deceived by this woman!"
Ming Jing ignored her and just stared quietly at the kneeling waiter.
Li Jiaojiao was furious, and Zhao Qin shook her head slightly at her.
Standing here, no one was a fool. Insisting stubbornly would only backfire.