"That fatal shot to Huangpu Lie wasn't fired by She!"
"Then who was it?" Huangfu Yu deliberately asked back.
"It was you!" Huangfu Jin glared at Huangfu Yu in anger.
Just then, the study door opened and Jiang Shiyi walked in.
She was carrying two cups of hot tea, walking step by step toward Huangfu Yu, then stopped right beside Huangfu Jin, set the tea on the table, handed one cup to Huangfu Yu, and picked up the remaining cup herself, went over to the sofa and sat down, drinking slowly.
Of course Huangfu Jin didn't get any.
Huangfu Jin's face looked rather ugly.
But he didn't say anything.
Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Shiyi was facing Huangfu Jin's back; she shook a small recorder in her hand in Huangfu Yu's direction.
A light smile flashed in Huangfu Yu's eyes. This little girl really was his treasure.
So he looked at Huangfu Jin and nodded. "It was indeed me. So what?"
