After turning the ownerless jadeite over to the local police station, Su Qing didn't give it another thought. Whether the owner was found or not, the matter had nothing to do with her. Her dorm mates, however, were incredibly curious. They spent days discussing the mystery of the jadeite's owner and came up with a long list of guesses, but they could never pinpoint who it really belonged to.
No one would have guessed that the owner of the jadeite was, at this very moment, in Xiangcheng.
At that moment, in an apartment in Xiangcheng, a man sat cross-legged on a prayer cushion, staring intently at a piece of jadeite before him. A flash of hatred crossed his eyes.
For a moment, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Senior Brother." Just then, the apartment door opened, and a man in a cyan long gown walked in, carrying a takeout box. He called out to the man on the prayer cushion with a cheerful smile.
