The cold wind howled, and standing in the West Suburb Graveyard, Qin Yuji couldn't stop the chill that crept over her body.
Lin Xixi in front of her was practically a madwoman.
In Lin Xixi's world, it seemed everyone had wronged her, while she was the innocent victim.
Turning to look at the mountain road outside the graveyard, an overwhelming sense of urgency welled up in Qin Yuji's heart. She desperately hoped that in the next moment, she'd see Chi Jingxuan driving up at full speed.
At the same time, the year-end banquet in the rooftop hall of the Dijing Building was in full swing.
Having called Qin Yuji multiple times with no response, Chi Jingxuan also dialed the phone at the Tinglan Waterside Mansion. Yet, after a long wait, still, no one answered.
A sense of foreboding began to take shape in Chi Jingxuan's heart.
He wondered if Qin Yuji had disobeyed him again, going to the hospital to deliver lunch to the two elderly of the Chi family. But then, where was Sister Ming?
