An Yiqing disappeared for three weeks, nearly a month, and surely some people would be curious about her whereabouts.
For example, the grandson and grandfather of the Guh Family, Qin Han, Tutian Xiaoquan, and those mysterious forces hidden in the dark.
Some observant people also keenly noticed that Zhang Yuksheng and his people increased their bodyguard presence, and the An Family became more reclusive, so low-profile that they barely seemed to exist.
Although the An Family indeed kept a low profile, this seemingly normal situation somehow emitted an eerie sense of oddity.
In a villa on the outskirts of Xuandu City, thick curtains sealed the windows tightly, not letting in a single ray of light.
In the vast living room, a slightly hunched dark figure sat on the sofa.
"What has An Yiqing been up to recently?" His voice was hoarse and high-pitched, suggesting he was not young.
Standing in front of the dark figure was a tall man, slightly bowing, with his head lowered deeply.
