"Hidden in my sickroom,"
Zhong Xiqian took a step forward and said to Yuan Zhenting.
This answer.
Stunned Yuan Zhenting.
Now that Yuan Zhenting knew Zhong Xiqian's identity,
nobody would dare to touch her sickroom.
Hiding in Zhong Xiqian's sickroom meant Cui Xianghui was naturally safe.
As for the person lying in Cui Xianghui's room, it had always just been a corpse, brought by doctors from the county when they came to assist.
The entire plan was something Chen Fang had prepared a contingency for from the beginning.
This time.
Yuan Zhenting lost hope completely.
He utterly lost hope.
He had always believed his schemes were flawless.
Even to the extent of thinking several steps ahead with every move.
But how could he have imagined that Chen Fang, this man not yet thirty, would act with even longer foresight and meticulousness?
He lost convincingly.
Forcing himself to stand, Yuan Zhenting got up from the ground.
He sighed.
