Ye Anqi didn't answer and simply stood up, saying, "I'm really tired. Miss Sima, please feel free to do as you like, but I'll go back to my room to rest."
She didn't want to engage in a pointless conversation; instead, she turned around and walked away.
Sima Qing's lips curved slightly, her gaze on Ye Anqi filled with ulterior motives.
Ye Anqi, having returned to her room, was also deep in thought.
What was Sima Qing's purpose in saying those things?
Was she trying to figure out if there was any relationship between Ye Rumeng and Ya Shitian? If there was, could she find a way to drive a wedge between her and Luo Zifeng?
Perhaps that was her intention.
These matters didn't have much to do with Ye Anqi; what troubled her now was how to leave this place.
B City, Satan Manor.
Several targets were erected on the grass.
"Bang, bang, bang—" Several shots rang out, hitting all the targets.
