Elsewhere.
In a remote apartment in the suburbs.
The doorbell rang.
Restless, Su Mo immediately went to open the door, and as soon as she did, the tall figure of the man swiftly rushed in.
The next second, her throat was viciously grasped by a powerful grip.
Sheng Feng nearly lifted her off her feet, his eyes extremely cold, "Where is Miaomiao?"
"You finally came to see me," Su Mo said, struggling to breathe, her eyes fixed on him, "Feng..."
Sheng Feng let out a sinister cold laugh, "Who allowed you to call me that?"
Su Mo held the hand that was choking her, her eyes flickering, "Feng, I didn't know you were still alive. I thought you and Miaomiao had died in that fire... I've been looking for you all these years..."
"Looking for me?" Sheng Feng narrowed his eyes, the corners of his eyes harboring the deepest, darkest hatred, "Have you been looking for me in Yan Tianyan and Mo Qingshan's beds over the years? How comfortable were their beds for you?"
