I’ll Take You Home

It was as simple as that. 

The ridiculously simple truth needed no confirmation with a deliberate investigation or even a DNA test. Fu Qingli only had to ambush Xuan to identify her. 

The funny thing was, Fu Qingli had no clue. What sort of brother was he? 

Shen Xi stopped laughing and simply stared at him without a word. With no emotions behind her eyes, she was calm like still water. 

"On June the 20th, Qingye said you suddenly passed out in the elevator. At the time, Xuan was met with a car accident." Fu Qingli collectedly relayed the fact. "If you still don't believe me, I can call Xuan in and stab him in front of you." 

Shen Xi tightened her grip over the book while something, infused with a sense of mockery, stirred within her.

She had no idea why, but she was in too much of a level-headed state of mind to think or feel anything. It was as though the person before her was a stranger.