The sound of sandalwood Buddhist beads turning suddenly stopped.
Su Jiu sat behind the desk, perfectly hidden in the shadows. As the light outside the window shifted, the play of light and shadow on his face moved slowly, hovering between light and dark, revealing no hint of his emotions.
The assassin organization would inevitably clash with him one day. But now that the organization had a new leader, he was uncertain about the new leader's style of operation. Su Jiu thought he should meet this new leader, especially since the new leader might target Qin Miaomiao to deal with him.
Qin Miaomiao had only fainted from excessive fright and soon regained consciousness. Blurrily, she saw Lu Qing's figure and reached out to him forcefully, "Where is Da Bao?"
Lu Qing wrapped her hand in his, "Don't worry, Da Bao is in the nursery. There's nothing wrong at all."
How could such a small child, fed sleeping pills, possibly be okay?
