"You opened my safe," Quan Heng stated flatly, his tone certain.
He Yunqing maintained her slow, casual demeanor and didn't deny it. "Yes."
Quan Heng's face turned livid, the veins on his hands bulging. Seeing him like this, He Yunqing's expression was unreadable, a mix of a smile and suppressed rage. Her lips curled up, but her eyes were as sharp as unsheathed swords, glinting with a murderous light.
"Don't you treasure this dress? I helped you buy it for such a high price; you should be happy," He Yunqing's voice was soft, yet heavy with repression and sarcasm. "I have something to remind you: that despicable woman's daughter took the dress. She will definitely investigate this to the end. You'd better be careful."
"Make sure your sordid thoughts aren't discovered by that despicable woman's daughter."
Quan Heng clenched his fists tightly. After a long moment, he slowly relaxed them. "Why must you torment even someone who has passed away?"
