Feng Youjia knew that the young master was anxious. In this period, he had devoted so many resources to finding Miss Ningyan.
"What did you say? Speak clearly!"
Feng Youjia lost his temper, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Zhang Juan's temple.
Zhang Juan was still traumatized by the previous gunshot that had knocked off her earrings.
Seeing him with the gun, her pupils dilated, and she panicked to the extreme, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, ah…"
Zhang Juan's screams filled the room.
Zhuo Junyue's aura was too strong. His gaze was icy and intimidating. A sweeping glance from him made everyone else too frightened to make a sound.
"Speak, where did you hide her?" Feng Youjia fiddled with the safety catch.
"Killed her… she's dead... Don't let that bitch come back... No ashes left to find... She's dead…"
Zhang Juan had completely broken down, her mind in chaos.
When she sent Su Ningyan away, she never expected her to come back alive.
