Shi Yuhuan suddenly stood up, the room's atmosphere instantly turned as if it had frozen over. A stagnant, oppressive air filled with bone-chilling murderous intent gradually seeped into everyone's hearts.
In his icy eyes, it seemed as if a bloodthirsty beast was lurking, then he turned his gaze towards Song Qiliang, "Where is she?"
This glance made Song Qiliang feel a chill colder than winter.
He staggered back two steps and stammered, "I really don't know, she ran off..."
Then he glared at Song Ci: "You little shit, are you blaming me for this?"
Song Ci's face was filled with grief and he retorted, "Am I wronging you? Why did you trick me into bringing my sister here, and then drug her, cooperating with outsiders? Now tell me, where is my sister?"
Song Qiliang's defense was weak, "I really don't know, she just sat for a while, then she left on her own."
At this point, Chen Tian walked over to Shi Yuhuan and pointed out the shoes by the door that Song Qinghuan had removed.
