The weak woman was still lying on the bed, not even having the strength to struggle to sit up. But her once-hopeless eyes looked at Qiao An with a final glimmer of defiance.
Qiao An, still assessing the situation, had no time to worry about the woman's condition. She simply walked around the room a couple of times, and only after confirming there were no hidden cameras did she turn and sit on the edge of the bed.
"What's your relationship with Cheng Quan?"
Her voice was intentionally lowered, making it hard to tell if it was male or female. The baseball cap hid Qiao An's eyes and brows; she didn't want to leave any trace of herself behind.
"Heh... heh... Relationship? I don't even know what you'd call our relationship now."
Upon hearing the name, the woman's body trembled involuntarily, but all she could manage was a bitter, tragic smile.
