"Revenge..." Xia Xinyu repeated these two words, with a faint smile, "What you said is not wrong. I was the one who told He Jingyao that you attempted to kill He Yirong, so your plan failed."
He Yizheng's hands were clenched tightly, his face trembling violently.
"I should have known, I should have known..." he murmured, suddenly laughing, "So that's how it is... Xia Xinyu, I actually trusted you!"
"It's not that you trusted me so much, but that you were too conceited," Xia Xinyu said calmly.
He Yizheng held the steering wheel with one hand, his veins bulging.
Back then, when Xia Xinyu appeared by his side, he did have doubts.
But in the end, he chose to trust her.
It was because... at that time, he was full of ambition, achieving a long-cherished wish overnight, and he was eager to have someone to share it with.
Xia Xinyu was undoubtedly the best person to share it with, because she understood more than anyone how much he looked forward to that day.
