The moment Qin Cang finished speaking, Qin Lan approached him, her face a mask of ice. Her icy gaze made his hair stand on end.
SLAP!
A file was slammed against his face. The sharp pain made Qin Cang's cheek swell and redden. He flushed with shame and rage, his fists clenching tightly.
Qin Lan loomed over him. "See for yourself what's inside."
When Qin Cang saw the contents of the file, his body trembled slightly, but he said defiantly, "Qin Lan, what's your point in showing me this? I admit I had Ling Zhenghao killed. So what?"
"The Qin and Ling families are enemies anyway. Besides, didn't killing Ling Zhenghao suit your own wishes? You didn't like him, so I was doing you a favor."
Qin Lan scoffed. "Then who sent me the news of his death?"
"Who lured me to the scene?"
"I imagine you're also the one who had someone tip off the Ling Family about his death, weren't you?"
