"Come with me."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Nanqing and Su Manhan's gaze fell on Zhan Qipei's hand gripping Qiao Jing's, their expressions becoming even more bizarre.
Qiao Jing frowned; she guessed Zhan Qipei must know the truth now. She didn't want to go.
"Not going?" Zhan Qipei narrowed his dark, inscrutable eyes, unblinkingly staring at Qiao Jing, "Fine, if you won't come with me, then we'll talk about it right here and settle the past accounts properly."
These words only intensified Qiao Jing's headache. She withdrew her hand and, without another word, walked towards a deserted area.
Qiao Jing led Zhan Qipei to the storeroom, looked up calmly, and spoke without haste.
"If you have something to say, then say it quickly."
Qiao Jing's indifferent attitude made Zhan Qipei's teeth itch.
"Even now, you still won't admit it?"
Qiao Jing lightly raised her delicate eyebrows, "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"