The girl held a long whip in her hand, black as ink, the tip of it ending in a cold white fang. This whip seemed to have some magical force that exerted an irresistible pressure on Meng Jia.
Meng Jia involuntarily retreated a couple of steps, a hint of madness appearing in her eyes as she looked at Qin Sisi.
Qin Sisi didn't mind, calmly and clearly stating, "You believe that Su Qing and Yi Han stole Chen Nuo's love, so you're jealous of them. You even went so far as to plot their deaths."
At these words, both Lin Xiaoyu and Chen Nuo were greatly shocked.
Even though Lin Xiaoyu harbored some doubts about the deaths of Su Qing and Yi Han, he would never have imagined it was Meng Jia's doing.
For Chen Nuo, Qin Sisi's words were like a bolt from the blue. How could the woman he deeply loved, so demure and adorable, so fresh and playful, possibly be the murderer of his last two girlfriends?