She had done everything she could, yet the footsteps were still getting further away...
Further and further...
In the room at the very end of the corridor, Sheng Qingxue heard the footsteps fade away and slid down powerlessly.
Her face had turned completely pale.
Clang, clang, the sound of footsteps came again.
This time, she had no strength left at all...
She didn't even have the strength to use her phone to knock on the door, her whole body was stiff, feeling as if she didn't belong to herself, her mind dazed, her consciousness blurred.
"Young Master Beitang, someone said just now that they've caught a suspicious person. It seems that an avid fan of Young Master Chen snatched something important from Qingxue and lured her away. I believe that as long as we question her properly, we'll soon find out Qingxue's whereabouts. Please don't worry..."
