Why hadn't she thought about it before?
But now, when she had to settle for less, she realized it was too late.
Why wouldn't that old bitch Zhang Qin die? Why wouldn't she die?
A hint of ferocity flashed in Qi Miao's eyes.
At that moment, Qi Ming suddenly looked in her direction. Her heart panicked, quickly hiding her emotions and showing a faint smile.
"Second Brother."
"You're awake."
"Hmm, I'll go wash my face first, then we'll head to the hospital."
"Alright."
At this moment, in the rental house where Zhang Qin lived, the front door had been pried open, and several men wearing masks broke into her home.
"You...what do you guys want?"
"Someone said you know too much and want me to get rid of you. You must be Zhang Qin."
As soon as Zhang Qin heard what the masked man said, she was immediately scared out of her wits.
A pungent smell of urine made the masked men frown.
"What a goddamn bad luck."
The masked man stepped forward and directly slapped Zhang Qin.
