"Shen Yunmei? Shen Yunmei is dead?" Suddenly, Suxin shivered all over.
At the Lingtian Group anniversary celebration, the overbearing woman who knelt before her, begging her to spare her business, the woman who held her at knife-point, the woman who nearly killed her—all these images superimposed on one another. How could such a fierce woman be dead? Dead in prison? Could she have had the courage to escape from such a sturdy prison?
Suxin's gaze lingered on that piece of news for a long time...
"What are you so engrossed in?" Unbeknownst to her, Chen Ziqian had already stood by her side.
"Oh... nothing... nothing..." Suxin hastily tried to close the newspaper, but Chen Ziqian was one step ahead and had already snatched it away.
With just a glance, Chen Ziqian knew which news Suxin had been so engrossed in. He had seen it in the morning and had thought deeply about it.
"Shen Yunmei is dead," Chen Ziqian said softly.
