"I'll just spill the beans on you!"
"Mo Tingshen knows too. He knows what I've got my hands on. After all, when the trial was held back then, he hired a lawyer to protect you because there was no direct evidence. But I have it. I have the evidence of your premeditated murder."
"He knows, so—"
"That's why he married me."
The recording ended, and Chu Yao coincidentally finished her coffee. She pressed her phone and placed it face down on the table.
Then, she looked at Qiao Man with a smile.
"You… how could you…" Qiao Man was incredulous.
"How could I record it, right?" Chu Yao retorted, her lips slightly curved up, though she was smiling, her eyes gradually turned cold, "But you messed with a madwoman. How daring of you to threaten me."
Qiao Man: "…"
"I don't care who Mo Tingshen marries. He can marry anyone; it doesn't matter to me. I moved to the Capital City not because I'm scared of anyone or avoiding anyone. You all together don't weigh enough in my eyes."
