A pair of unbranded casual sports shoes were stepping on Mu Qing's face.
Qin Ruan looked down at the ghost beneath her feet with contempt and disgust. "I hate being manipulated, especially when it involves something I care about."
Mu Qing laid on the ground, disheveled and battered, his face with delicate makeup pressed against the ground. His blue cheongsam was pulled up to his knees, revealing his legs that were even more perfect than a woman's.
Stripped of his ability to resist, Mu Qing had regained his composure after the initial panic. A smile even appeared on his face.
He didn't care about his current weak state, he chuckled lightly, "I just stated the facts."
"But your damn facts have brought trouble upon you."
Qin Ruan put more pressure on her foot, her voice sharp as she questioned, "Are the recent murders in Capital City your doing?"
Her straightforward questioning left Mu Qing momentarily stunned.
Then his pleasant laughter echoed in the room.
