Xie Lin was yanked over to Han Yixiao by Zhang Te's assistant. Before his hand could touch Han Yixiao's wrist, Han Yixiao suddenly stood up and stared straight at Han Qingqing: "You... it was you..."
The whole world went quiet in that instant.
Everyone seemed to be struck by a pressure point, motionless as they stared at Han Yixiao.
Even Han Qingqing, who had faced everything calmly tonight, now had a hint of disbelief in her eyes.
After what felt like an eternity, Zhang Te's assistant, still in a daze, stood up: "Miss... Xiaoxiao... just now, the person who spoke, was it, was it you?"
Han Yixiao herself seemed not to expect that she would speak out in a moment of urgency. After hearing what Zhang Te's assistant said, she paused for a while before turning her head and nodding at him: "Mm... Yes... it was... it was me..."
