Her grip hurt. Frowning, Qiao Zihao said, "I really don't know."
Xiao Ying looked at him suspiciously and said, "You are the amulet, right?"
Qiao Zihao's expression changed. He had not expected her to recognize him, but he could not admit it now.
He asked suspiciously, "What is an amulet?"
"Stop pretending. You're that fake amulet, right?" Xiao Ying did not have the patience to play games with him.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Qiao Zihao's eyes. He could only say, "Sister, if you want to know where Mr. Cheng Yang is, you'd best be good."
Now, Xiao Ying was even more certain that he was the murderer behind everything. Her eyes were filled with hatred as she looked at him.
Qiao Zihao walked stiffly out of the room and into the kitchen. He skillfully prepared a bowl of porridge for Xiao Ying and even prepared a small spoon for her.
Xiao Ying did not even look at him and closed her eyes to rest.
