"Oh, right." Prompted by his words, Qiao An immediately turned and walked inside.
With a nonchalance contrasting the person who seemed insistent on accompanying him to the basement just moments ago, as if they were two different individuals.
The dim basement.
Even before approaching the room where the Song Family's servants were detained, the scent of blood was already detectable.
The arrival of Mu Jingxi only intensified the fears of the battered servants.
They trembled all over, causing their iron chains to clang crisply.
Mu Jingxi lifted his foot, nudging the chin of a servant lying on the ground with his leather shoe, "Still not willing to talk?"
"Third Master... we, we really don't know anything."
"Huh."
What exactly did Lai Qinghuan promise her that she remains silent even now?
Mu Jingxi lit a cigarette and squatted down, "Still claiming to know nothing?"
