"Alright," he said.
Ning Qing wanted to go in, but Nian lie grabbed her wrist.
She turned around, and he lifted her hand and planted a kiss on the back of her tender hand.
When he looked up, his eyes were dark and bright.
It was as if he knew everything.
"Be careful, don't get your hands dirty."
Ning Qing pursed her lips and looked away. His doting look made her feel conflicted for a moment.
"Alright," he said.
When she turned around, her figure was somewhat determined.
Nian lie's hands were still clenched. The gentleness on his face had faded, and his eyes were pitch black.
The room was pitch black, and no one could be seen. Only the sound of rats scurrying past could be heard.
A woman was tied to a chair. Her face was pale, and her head drooped tiredly. She looked like she was exhausted, but also dead.
"Pa da."
The door was unlocked.
