Yan Chu was somewhat shocked, her child with Mo Shiche... had been harmed to death?
"Who did it?" he pursed his lips, "Weiwei, if you don't need..."
"No," Luo Qiangwei turned to look at him, reaching out to touch his face, she spoke softly, "No matter who it is, I will make sure they get what they deserve, but I don't want you to be involved too. The matters here are too complicated and too dangerous, Ah Chu, I just want you to stay safe."
Yan Chu grasped her hand and held it tight, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
But Weiwei.
I've been involved for a long time.
......
Night.
The door to the Mo Mansion was opened, and a beautiful woman in a long dress walked in, still holding a skewer of candied hawthorn.
There were no lights on in the living room, but there was a strong smell of smoke. Luo Qiangwei frowned at the scent, changed her shoes, and walked towards the stairs.
From the sofa suddenly came a smoke-raspy voice, "You're back."
