Qin Qiao's anger surged up inside, but she could let it out, and instead, she felt really depressed.
Qin Qiao thought why he was being so melodramatic.
Zhan Qing poured some medicated wine on his palm. He put his hands together and rubbed them.
Qin Qiao was glad that Ninth Uncle did not know that his glum-faced mother wanted to send her to Fighting Soul.
Old Madam Zhan had probably forgotten to tell Ninth Uncle.
If she really went to Fighting Soul, how could she survive there?
Zhan Qing was very annoyed at Qin Qiao's good-for-nothing look. Why was a boy so weak?
Qin Qiao's tolerance for pain was very low and after Ninth Uncle had rubbed the medicated oil on her, she felt a burning sensation.
Qin Qiao was strong in every aspect but was weak in her tolerance for pain.
Qin Qiao called out to Ninth Uncle, looking aggrieved!
This voice was similar to that of the woman that night, and the woman seemed to have vanished into thin air—there was no trace of her.
Even at this time, Zhan Qing failed to connect Qin Qiao with the woman that night.
Because in his heart, Qin Qiao was a boy and this was deeply rooted in him.
"Ninth Uncle, it might be broken." Qin Qiao's voice sounded nasal. She sounded like she was about to cry.
"Don't cry!" Zhan Qing said and hit Qin Qiao.
Because he had medicated wine on his hands, it hurt even more.
"Ninth Uncle!" Qin Qiao could not hold her temper in anymore and angrily shouted.
Then, for some reason, he pulled her back.
Qin Qiao was really angry.
She was really aggrieved and irritated.
"Shut up, I'll break your waist if you say one more word!"
Zhan Qing was getting irritated with Qin Qiao behaving like this.
He had always been a man of strong self-control. However, just listening to Qin Qiao begging, he was a little confused and could not describe what he felt.
Zhan Qing, you are really crazy…
Qin Qiao felt depressed. She thought that if Zhan Qing dared to hit her again, she would fall out with him.
Whatever the thing was, she did not want it anymore. She really could not afford to lose her pride.
If the people under her knew that she was being bullied like that, she really did not want to live anymore.
Gradually, the area where Qin Qiao fell did not hurt anymore, her eyelids became heavy and she fell asleep under the eyes of Ninth Uncle.
Her head sank deep into the soft pillow.
Zhan Qing looked at Qin Qiao's sleeping face. The other time in the bathroom, Zhan Qing found that Qin Qiao's skin was very fair.
At this moment, a dark shadow flashed outside the window. Zhan Qing's cold eyes swept over and he pulled the blanket to cover Qin Qiao.
Qin Qiao's room was on the second floor. Zhan Qing opened the window, jumped down, and chased after the shadow.
Qin Qiao was sleeping deeply and was not aware of what was happening. If the dark shadow did not appear just now, Ninth Uncle might have already found out that she was disguised as a man…
Zhan Qing stood in the monitoring room and looked at the surveillance footage.
That dark shadow had been lurking outside Qin Qiao's window for a while.
No one would have found him if he had not intentionally exposed himself, because he had become one with the night.
The movement of this person was very fast, and he was agile in jumping and climbing.
Zhan Qing thought that his speed was already very fast, but he did not expect that there were people who were faster than him.
He frowned. Why was that person lurking outside Qin Qiao's window?
A man of this skill was obviously not a thief…
"Boss, there's no trace of him after that!" Xiaocheng said as he showed Zhan Qing the footage. He then scratched his head.