Gu Heng's whole body went limp, he turned around trembling and saw Lu Zechuan and Xia Mian, who were supposed to have left, standing side by side at the rooftop entrance.
Behind them stood Xu Ying, whose face was like a frosty winter.
Xu Ying's lips curled into a mocking arc, her eyes were full of indifference.
Gu Heng's face turned deathly pale, wanting to say something, but found due to extreme fear, he couldn't utter a word.
Qin Shuang turned her head, a trace of coldness surfaced on her usually gentle face, she chuckled without any humor, "You all truly—love to meddle!"
Xia Mian said nothing, her gaze lightly fell on Qin Shuang.
Qin Shuang's plight was indeed worthy of sympathy.
But, she shouldn't drag Beijing's elite families along with her in revenge!
"My own matters can't be called meddling." Lu Zechuan's lips curved slightly, his voice carrying a hint of chill.
Qin Shuang's eyes narrowed slightly, she slowly retreated two steps, "Lu Zechuan, you were never my enemy."
