But Qin Jiaojiao did help after all.

Although she was unhappy, she had nothing to say.

Qin Jiaojiao burst into tears, which fell like pearls from a broken string.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mingyao, I hope you can apologize to Pei Siyu on my behalf."

"I really know I was wrong now. I'm sorry, and I've felt guilty all these years."

Mingyao looked at her calmly.

"If you really feel guilty..."

"Don't do anything to hurt him again."

Sometimes, love is about letting go.

"Yeah?"

Qin Jiaojiao smiled bitterly: "If Pei Siyu doesn't love you, can you let go?"

Mingyao answered without hesitation: "If it can make Pei Siyu happy, I am willing to let go."

"As long as he can be happy."

Qin Jiaojiao teased, "If that day really comes, will you still do it?"

After finishing her coffee, Qin Jiaojiao stood up and said, "Mingyao, I hope you can get justice for Pei Siyu."

"I know I am no longer worthy to be by Pei Siyu's side."

Qin Jiaojiao glanced at Mingyao and said, "The rest is up to you."

I hope you won't let me down.

"Now Pei Siyu only has you by his side."

"If even you..."

"Pei Siyu probably doesn't even have the courage to live anymore."

After Qin Jiaojiao left, Mingyao clenched her fists.

Her suspicion of Wei Ning is just that—a suspicion.

Without concrete evidence, targeting Wei Ning rashly will not only fail to catch her, but will also alert her.

Mingyao rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

What should she do next?

Her phone rang, and she glanced at it. It was a call from Wang Zhouheng.