So she transferred all her hatred onto Xia Qingcheng.
For someone as smart as Xia Ji, she wouldn't fail to understand this reasoning. She was merely making excuses for her mistakes, pushing all the blame onto Xia Qingcheng just to make herself feel a bit better.
But this definitely wasn't what she truly wanted.
Then, what is it that she wants?
Han Jing couldn't figure it out, but if she were to put herself in Xia Ji's shoes, she was sure that Xia Ji had other motives.
After listening to Han Jing's question, Xia Qingcheng remained silent for a while before getting up and leaving.
Han Jing stared dumbfounded at Xia Qingcheng's calm and collected departing figure, utterly confused, and poked Su Yu with her finger: "I bet he's gone to check the records."
Su Yu...
Han Jing's head thudded against Su Yu's shoulder: "I'm really drunk. No wonder your father was so muddle-headed to save that traitor Xia Ji!"
Then she quickly covered her mouth: "I was wrong,..."
