Hearing the chill hidden under her calm demeanor and seeing eyes that looked at him as if he were dead, Qiao Chang'an suddenly couldn't sit still, his body collapsing onto the ground like a limp pile of mud.
A mocking smile played at the corner of Qiao Xiaomai's mouth, "Are you scared? So what Fourth Uncle claimed is indeed true; you were the one who loosened the tiles causing my father to fall and break his leg."
Qiao Chang'an's face was full of panic, his body slumped on the ground, with not a word to say.
At this moment, all he could think about was the day when Qiao Xiaomai had slashed her own wrist.
For the sake of breaking off the ties with the Sun family, she was even willing to risk her own life.
What would she do to him if she found out what he had done?
The Sun family was her grandmother's family, held back by filial piety, she dared not act recklessly.
But he didn't have the protection of filial piety!
What should he do?
Did she genuinely want to kill him?