C7 (2/2)

When she saw Qiao Xia standing at the door, the smile on his face disappeared and was replaced with an abnormally angry expression.

”Why are you back? How long have you been standing here? What did you hear?”

Qiao Xia held onto the wall as he looked at He Yanqing in astonishment. She had always known He Sanqing was smart, but she had never thought that this woman had become so unbearable.

Qiao Xia coldly snorted and somewhat disdainfully said, ”What I should have heard, what I shouldn't have heard, I already know.”

He Sanqing's expression was ugly, but she did not show any signs of panic.

Qiao Xia sorted out his emotions and questioned, ”He Yanqing, don't even think about succeeding. I will definitely tell Liang Zhendong everything.”

Initially, he had thought that Qiao Xia would lose his head over this matter. However, when Qiao Xia finished his sentence, he was met with a chuckle from He Yanqing.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and arrogantly said, ”Qiao Xia, you seem to be overestimating yourself. Do you think that Liang Zhendong will believe what you just said?”

”You …”

Qiao Xia was speechless, and his heart was extremely cold.

Right, how could Liang Zhendong believe her words? He had only He Yanqing in his eyes and in his heart. It was the same in the past, but now, it was the same. No matter how much heartfelt Qiao Xia was, he would just ignore them.

While Qiao Xia was still in a daze, He Xianqing heard the sound of the door opening downstairs, as well as the familiar sound of footsteps. Without much hesitation, she sat on the ground and slapped herself hard at the same time.

In just a few seconds, a clear handprint had appeared on He Sanqing's face. She had spared no effort in dealing with Qiao Xia.