The midnight sky over Imperial City.
Dark clouds shrouded the moon, the sky gloomy.
"Speak! Where is Qin Xin?"
Qin Wenrou was terrified by the sudden intrusion of the dark red shadow, huddled on her small bed, shivering, her heart about to leap out of her chest.
"I, I don't know."
The man, draped in a dark red robe, had broken in through Qin Wenrou's window, shattered glass scattered everywhere.
His voice was particularly deep and had an aura different from ordinary people.
"Dare to lie, and I'll snap your neck."
He picked up the bedside lamp and twisted its shaft into two pieces in an instant.
Qin Wenrou shook like a leaf, "I, I, I really don't know, she hasn't returned to the Qin Family for a long time, she's a traitor of the family. I hope more than anyone that she dies soon. That's right, she's getting married, she should be living at the Nalan Family!"
