Deng Xinhe suddenly looked up at Qin Xi in shock. "How did you know?"
Qin Xi smiled mysteriously and quickly reached out to grab the black smoke on his shoulder. Her motion was fast, and before Deng Xinhe could react, Qin Xi had already known everything.
Deng Xinhe tensed up on instinct and looked at Qin Xi warily. "What… are you doing?"
The Cheng family, who knew Deng Xinhe's identity, also felt their hearts tighten. They were afraid that Qin Xi would do something to Deng Xinhe. After all, they were the ones who invited her. If anything happened to Deng Xinhe, they would be in deep trouble.
"Don't be nervous. I've already figured out what happened to you."
Qin Xi smiled faintly and asked, "Young Master Deng, do you know how you were bewitched?"
Deng Xinhe was puzzled. "You, do you know my identity?"