The next morning.
Zhaoqing had just opened her eyes when she heard that Shen Yan wanted to see her.
Because of her hidden identity and the lack of sufficient evidence to prove Zhaoqing had touched that "thing," at most, she could be charged with trafficking.
Thus, the control over her wasn't very strict. At this moment, Shen Yan met with her in a small room without anyone else, without any surveillance.
Zhaoqing looked haggard after just one night, her appearance tinged with intense hostility.
"Shen Yan, it's you," Zhaoqing ground her teeth, "You were the one who put that thing in my place, weren't you!"
"A few hours have passed. There were others who could have contacted you, not just me. How can you prove it was me?" Shen Yan didn't admit it and didn't slip up in her words, "On the contrary, what have you been planning against me behind my back?"
Zhaoqing's expression changed slightly, but she steadied herself quickly.
