Huo Yirong walked over to Qin Ruan, looked down at her with an elevated stance, and started with a gentle tone, "Younger sister, can you help me find someone?"
Qin Ruan lifted her hand that rested on the couch and placed it against her temple, her face full of a mocking smile, "Yirong, do you still remember last year at your residence when you tried to strangle Song Qing in the lotus pond?"
Reminded of the past by Qin Ruan, Huo Yirong uncomfortably coughed lowly, "That was a long time ago."
He knew well that Qin Ruan was aware of his purpose here.
A playful gleam flashed in Qin Ruan's eyes, and her red lips slightly moved, "That day, Song Qing was facing a bloody disaster; had you continued, she wouldn't have died but would have been half-dead. I told you then, you would thank me for intervening."
Huo Yirong, however, didn't feel much gratitude.
