The woman who plays with fire

Shen chengjing looked at his anxious face, and her fear seemed to have disappeared. She thought that this man was really interesting.

"You want to know?" She pretended to force herself to turn back and stood in front of him with her arms crossed in front of her chest, staring down at him.

Qiming's face turned dark, especially when she stared at him.

His ears turned red. He rarely came into contact with women, and this was the first time he was being stared at by a woman. Furthermore, it was such an ugly woman.

"I do. Tell me."

Shen chengjing reached out and pulled a chair over to him. She sat down and crossed her legs.

"That day, were you the one who wanted to assassinate mo Yancheng?" Her eyes darkened. If it was him, she would be the first to not let him go.

She would never allow such a person, who was hiding in the dark and could be a threat at any time, to hurt her man.