The so-called Lin Xi took off her sunglasses, revealing that familiar face.
If not Qin Mengsha, who else could it be?
She flashed a smile at Qiao Zhiyi, her eyes cold, "Doctor Qiao, long time no see."
Qiao Zhiyi felt a chill at the back of her head. She stared at Qin Mengsha in disbelief, clutching her phone tightly, wanting to call Shi Jingzhou.
As this thought crossed her mind, Qin Mengsha's hand was quick. She snatched the phone away, "Why? Wanting to call someone? Shi Jingzhou, maybe?"
Qiao Zhiyi took a deep breath, "What do you want to do?"
"Of course, I came to see you." Qin Mengsha fiddled with her phone, her gaze piercing, "And I've missed you so much, missed you... to death."
Qiao Zhiyi's heart tightened. Qin Mengsha's expression had become morbidly grotesque, and in her hand now gleamed a bright dagger.