Ye Xinping, who was originally sitting on the couch in a daze, suddenly looked up when she noticed someone else in the house.

“Why… Why are you back? What else do you want?” Seeing Lu Zijia return, Ye Xinping seemed a bit panicked.

The corners of Lu Zijia’s mouth curled up slightly. “Nothing. I just came back to ask you a few questions.”

“What questions?” Ye Xinping clenched her hands on the armrests of the couch into a fist subconsciously.

Lu Zijia moved her long legs and walked to Ye Xinping, looking down at her. “You’re not mentally ill. At least, you’re fine now, right?”

What Lu Zijia said made Ye Xinping’s body stiffen abruptly and a trace of fear flashed through her lowered eyes.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s true that I’m mentally ill. If you don’t believe me, you can check it out.”

Lu Zijia bent over slightly and reached her hand out to lift her chin forcefully, forcing Ye Xinping to look at her. “Why don’t you dare to look at me? Am I scary?”

“I’m really mentally ill.”

Meeting Lu Zijia’s cold eyes, Ye Xinping only felt extremely cold all over her body.

Lu Zijia narrowed her eyes slightly and said in an extremely indifferent tone, “I don’t want to listen to your nonsense. Tell me, what’s the purpose of luring me here?

“If you don’t give me a reasonable answer, I’ll have to teach you a lesson. After all, you locked up my friend for two days. It doesn’t make sense if I don’t teach you a lesson.”

After saying that, Lu Zijia let go of Ye Xinping’s chin and sat down on the couch next to her, waiting for her answer.

“You… You know everything.”

Ye Xinping was excited and also fearful. There was a hint of hope in her eyes when she looked at Lu Zijia.

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“I saw you at the Gu family’s banquet. You were already up to something then, weren’t you?

“But do you know that it’s not easy to scheme on me?

“Especially when you dragged my friend in to lure me here, I’m very upset.”

Lu Zijia’s voice was cold and she glanced at Ye Xinping with a gaze with no temperature.

“Poof!”

As soon as he finished talking, Ye Xinping spurted out a mouthful of blood without warning.

“Hm…”

The sharp pain in her abdomen made Ye Xinping break out in cold sweat, with an obviously painful look on her face.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. I had no choice. I really had no choice. I could only look for you in this way. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Ye Xinping said with difficulty as she endured the deep-rooted pain in her abdomen and knelt down slowly.

“I’ve never thought about hurting him since the beginning. Really, I’ve really never thought about hurting Song Zixuan and I’ve never thought about hurting anyone.

“But I really need your help, Master. Please, Master, please help me! Please, Master, as long as you’re willing to help me, I can do anything for you, including giving you my life.”

Suddenly, something seemed to come to Ye Xinping’s mind and she sounded even more emotional. “There’s one thing that I believe you’d want too, Master. As long as you’re willing to help me, I’ll give you that thing.”

Lu Zijia was unmoved and she didn’t remove the spell for her either. “Even myself can’t be sure if I would want what you said. How can you be sure?

“Also, I don’t like being threatened, let alone talking about business with insincere people.”

As soon as Lu Zijia finished talking, Ye Xinping spurted out blood again without any warning, dying the white floor red.