"Su Xuan, do you need to go to the hospital to get that checked out?" Wang Xuehan suddenly noticed something unusual about Su Xuan's eyes as well.
His eyes were filled with blood vessels, and even his pupils were laced with them. His sclera was no longer visible, making him look quite frightening.
"It's nothing. I probably just overused them last night," Su Xuan said evasively before starting to eat. When he looked for the young spectral image again, it was gone.
He still had no idea what was going on. Could it really be some kind of "historical image" lingering in this mansion?
After finishing his meal, Su Xuan left the house with his bloodshot eyes and drove off to attend to business.
"Follow him!"
"If the killer is his enemy, they're bound to show up around him!"
The moment Su Xuan drove off, Zhao Wei, Zhao Ling, and Du Zilong quietly hailed a taxi and began to tail him. Having accepted Du Zilong's commission, the duo was fully committed to the task.
Huh?
