A pawn turned hunter, Yamamoto Umatsu's face stiffened momentarily. Someone with a guilty conscience could hardly maintain composure. Yet, after just a moment of flustering, he immediately replied, "Of course, everyone regrets the death of Second Young Master."
"I can see that you, as a friend, indeed, feel regret, Mr. Yamamoto."
Regret... The word echoed softly, extended and intriguing.
Yamanomura Shin, who regretted not gaining anything useful from Gu Yunfeng's death from the start, flinched, as he caught the icy glare of Gu Yunlin.
The atmosphere took a sharp turn.
With eyes downturned, Su Lin absently stroked the chair arm, feeling as if Qin Yu executed matters with authority, just as he would with a scalpel on a corpse.
Efficient. Pleasuring. Confident!
Such a confident woman attracted attention. Yet Mr. Jin's spectacles did not lose their golden gleam as he gave a subtle grin.
"Miss Qin, is the injury on your waist also a result of that unfortunate event?"
