This was the item that had trapped her like an invisible net.
Song Yaoyao sensed her gaze. She curled her lips slightly and spread her hands toward Shen Xun. "Lend me your lighter."
In front of Mu Wei, Song Yaoyao burned everything in the file.
Mu Wei had just breathed a sigh of relief when she met the girl's extremely sweet smile. Her dark eyes sparkled. "I'm not interested in using despicable methods to threaten people, but..."
Song Yaoyao's eyes curved and her voice was soft. "...but if you dare to betray me, then I swear your ending will definitely be more miserable than this."
The young girl sat opposite her. Her small face was porcelain white, and her features were so beautiful that it looked like God had drawn them with a paintbrush.
Her temperament was quiet and innocent.
Yet, she used the softest voice to say the most ruthless words.