Zhong Shenghao stopped in front of her and looked at the newspaper in her hand. It was the newspaper about Ting's recent accident.
He glanced at the newspaper and looked back at her face.
Jing Xinlei glanced at him and coldly walked past him into the house.
"You still haven't let go of Ting?"
Jing Xinlei to stopped in her tracks.
"The chance of surviving such an accident is zero, right?" asked her coldly as her back faced him.
Zhong Shenghao furrowed his brows, unable to believe her words. "You want Ting to die?"
"That's right."
"The three of us have known each other for so many years. Haven't you always liked him—"
"So what if we've known each other for so many years?!" Jing Xinlei suddenly turned around. Her eyes were cold and ruthless, full of anger. "So what if I like him? Doesn't he still want to kill me?!"
