Qin Churou couldn't believe it. "Jia Jia, don't you trust me?"
"I trust no one. I can't trust you, Qin Churou." Zhao Jia was forced into a corner. She might as well throw caution to the wind, "Qin Churou, stop pretending in front of me. I've been following you all this time. How can I, Zhao Jia, not know who you are?"
Qin Churou's expression gradually turned cold.
Zhao Jia continued, "You, Qin Churou, are like a big white lotus in the golden age. You pretend to be soft and weak in front of others. You're very magnanimous, but in private, you can't wait for the people who oppose you to get into trouble!"
