"Zhan Xiaoyao, I will make sure you don't even know how you're going to die."
"Little Quan Zi, where are you taking me?"
Zhan Se was startled inside, as he had already left the bedroom and she couldn't help but tremble.
Looking down at her, the man let out an ominous laugh.
"You'll know soon enough."
The rooftop!
Zhan Se turned to stone in an instant.
On the rooftop of a building twenty-five stories high, there was a private garden designed in the style of an outdoor living space. Vines, like grapevines, constructed of steel frameworks, densely overran the place. There were neatly arranged shrubs, flowers, and a fragrance that tickled the nostrils. Additionally, there was a glass-structured house.
At this moment, it was raining from the sky.
A breeze swept past, fluttering the sheer curtains inside the glass house.
Having placed her securely on the couch inside the house, Emperor Quan turned to rifle through the liquor cabinet in the corner.
Zhan Se, puzzled, looked over.
