Yin Nuo shrugged, "You should settle the score with him; I'm just following orders!"
After speaking, Yin Nuo pressed his hands on the railing and leapt off directly.
No chance for An Ziqing to inflict harm.
An Ziqing coldly watched the figure vanish into the darkness.
She raised her eyes to the open white door.
Upon entering the house, it was quite dark inside; all the curtains were drawn tight, and the living room was empty. An Ziqing walked step by step towards the room.
A sliver of light appeared in the darkness as the curtains were drawn open. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and took a while to adjust to the sudden sunlight flooding in.
A man stood by the window. His tall figure faced away from her, and shoulder-length medium hair cascaded over his shoulders—hair so smooth, like the models' in TV commercials.
Very bright, very beautiful, yet silver-white.
Just like the decor of this house.
