The current Lei Qingqing has long been one of Lei Wenting's ferocious generals, but the ordeal she faced that night at thirteen remains a scar on her heart, always wrenchingly painful with the slightest mention.
Now that Leng Zirui casually mentioned it, Lei Qingqing naturally couldn't control her temper.
Leng Zirui studied psychology and was adept at reading expressions. Just by observing Lei Qingqing, he had already guessed a bit, and a mix of emotions welled up in him.
This situation stirred both sympathy and anger in him, sympathy for Lei Qingqing's experiences, anger for the incident where she drugged Xu Xia and handed her to him.
How could a woman who has endured such things commit the same act against another woman?!
Of course, these emotions were just thoughts in his mind; his face still wore a mischievous smile that resembled a devil.
"It's okay, I don't mind."
"You..."
