Jiang Mu’s eyes bore into Xiang Wan, her disgust undisguised. “After what she did to Qingran, letting her show her face at this party is already an act of grace. Why are you still keeping her by your side? Aren’t you afraid this… *murderer*… will slip something into your champagne when you’re not looking?” The words were sharp, venomous even, but none of the onlookers thought she’d gone too far. I