The topic of "using chopsticks" came to an end when Xiao Feng mentioned the little girl.
Hua Ling sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, muttering, "It's all your fault. Why didn't you take advantage of whatever scent yesterday and ask Gu Wanrong about her enemy?
If you had asked, we wouldn't be facing this unsolvable problem now.
You always say I'm not smart, but if you're so smart, how come you didn't consider such a simple question?"
Xiao Feng was amused and annoyed: "Are you stupid?"
"How am I stupid?"
"Let me ask you, who was I in Gu Wanrong's eyes at that time?"
"The big sister of Devil's Concentration Camp, right?"
"And as the big sister of Devil's Concentration Camp, what image do I project to the outside world? Surely, you must know that?"
"Mysterious, ruthless, always hidden behind masks and shadows."
Xiao Feng said, "That's precisely the problem—different people say different things.
