"Pfft, it must have been that slut Katherline... I won't let her off."
Mu Qiubai reminded, "And what about Prince Antonio? Although he doesn't know much, even a tiny clue... if Kang Chen catches on, he could trace it back to us."
The woman looked at Mu Qiubai indifferently: "That piece of trash, I leave him to you."
Mu Qiubai nodded: "Yes, I'll handle it."
Someone entered from outside, "Master... someone is here to see you."
"Who..."
"It's him!"
The woman raised an eyebrow, "Heh... here's another one wrapped around that woman's finger, really don't know what charm she has that they can't let go of her."
She rose and went outside.
Curious, Mu Qiubai waited for her to leave and then stood behind the curtain, quietly peering through a small gap.
Then he saw a slim silhouette standing in front of a white sedan, whose cold aura seemed to blend with the chill autumn breeze.
She strained her neck trying to discern the features of the person below.
