Jun Fuying was clearly having difficulty accepting the fact that he had been fooled by Qian Xingzhi simply due to his own stupidity. Qian Xingzhi's question hung in the air for a long time, but Jun Fuying remained frozen in place, only his trembling lips and bloodshot eyes betraying his breakdown.
Qian Xingzhi watched patiently from the sidelines: "If I hadn't run into Jie Lingqiu that day, or if he hadn't rashly come to kill me without leaving himself an escape route, the person locked up in this cell right now might have been someone else."
It was truly a matter of timing and fate.
Jun Fuying crouched down and hugged his head, too much regret and pain tangled in his heart to know whom to blame: "I don't believe you... Qian Xingzhi, I won't believe a single word that comes out of your mouth! Get out! I won't say anything!"
Originally, Qian Xingzhi had thought that with Jun Fuying in utter despair, he might be willing to reveal some information, but now it seemed that continuing to drag things out would probably yield nothing.
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