"Why should I have to face the consequences?"
My face cold, I stared straight at Zhao Laoqi. "We trusted you so much before. I thought you could help us. It would've been one thing if you just hadn't helped, but you sold us out!"
"Meng Yifan and I only wanted to stay alive. We were innocent, and so was my girlfriend!"
"Now my girlfriend's dead. She was only twenty-three, in the prime of her life! What fucking consequences am I supposed to face?"
Once I mentioned Fang Man, I couldn't control my emotions at all.
I'd only sold a house. I hadn't fucking known anything about what had happened there, yet somehow I'd gotten caught up in this mess and dragged Fang Man into it too.
Where the fuck was I supposed to go for justice?
Zhao Laoqi drew a breath, his expression turning serious too. "Ask yourselves honestly: did I ever help you? When you wanted to use Fuji Divination to summon Li Xiumei's Yin Soul, wasn't I the one who helped?"
"Yes, I sold you out, but think carefully. Did I ever harm you? If I hadn't told you to take those two Ash Urns, could you have gotten Meng Yifan back in exchange?"
At that, Meng Yifan grew agitated too. "Just because you didn't harm us, that means you can use us?"
Zhao Laoqi was speechless.
I laid my cards on the table. "So you admit it. You're plotting against Du Ruhai too. What grudge do you have against him? What's your goal, and what's your plan?"
Zhao Laoqi snorted. "No comment."
"Fine." I looked at him. "Tell us what you know, whether it's about Du Ruhai or anything else, and from now on, we'll go our separate ways. We won't interfere with whatever you want to