"Heyu, was it you again?"
Pei Yansi's voice was icy and brimming with obvious danger, his tone laden with more reproach and anger than before. Heyu felt her heart skip a beat. She should've been used to it by now, but his expression when saying those words involuntarily came to mind.
He must have looked grim, with eyes full of malice.
Heyu didn't understand, and spoke softly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Her calm tone only enraged Pei Yansi further, his voice colder still, "Do you only know how to use the same old tricks? Do you want to get rid of anyone close to me in this manner?"
At first, Heyu was confused, but upon hearing the phrase "the same old tricks," what was there not to understand?
Mentioning the death of her sister, Fanshuang, pricked Heyu's heart. Her eyes began to sting with tears, yet she managed to feign a calm voice, "If you're just trying to provoke me, I'm hanging up."