Qian Yikun's mother left with the reluctant Huang Jiaojiao. However, Huang Jiaojiao's eyes were full of viciousness as she left.
Qian Yikun closed the door and turned around to look at Xin Ya, who was cleaning up. "Go and rest. There's no need to clean up."
Xin Ya nodded, put down the mop, and returned to the guest room.
Qian Yikun returned to the living room and sat down. He leaned back in his chair and massaged his aching forehead. Why must everything be so complicated?
However, the second he closed his eyes, what appeared before his eyes was the scene that he had witnessed in the bedroom earlier. Mo Fei's figure looked much better than he expected. It had been an occupational hazard for him to have seen women's dead bodies, but that was just work to him.
However, other than the pitiable scars that covered Mo Fei's body, all of the lines and curves of her body invaded his mind.
