After leaving the gas station, the car drove for over an hour and stopped in front of the gate of a detached villa that was backed by a cliff and faced a lake.
Xia Wan’an surveyed the surroundings and felt an inexplicable sense of unease, but she still managed to maintain a composed deanor as she followed Q and the blond into the villa.
The villa was extravagantly decorated, yet the furnishings indicated its age. Despite air purifiers being on, one could still sll the musty scent of years passed.
Two people were sitting on the first floor of the villa, looking just as disreputable as the blond.
They were slouched on the sofa, engrossed in their phones, but imdiately stood up and greeted in unison, "Boss," as soon as they saw Q enter.
Without a word, Q went straight to the sofa.
One of the individuals who had been inside the villa quickly flattered Q by tidying the sofa for him.
After sitting down, Q asked, "Where is he?"
"Upstairs. Ergou is keeping an eye on him," replied the person who had just fixed the sofa.
Q: "How is he now?"
"It’s the sa every day. He either screams like a madman or bursts into tears, saying there are ghosts, saying that he has co for him. Sotis he makes a racket until late into the night; it’s impossible to get any rest." The respondent sounded quite annoyed, paused a mont, and then asked, "Do you need to call him down?"
Q grunted affirmatively, and the man went upstairs.
Throughout the whole ti, Xia Wan’an had not spoken a word, nor had anyone spoken to her. However, as she listened to their conversation, she couldn’t help but be suspicious about who this "he" they were referring to was.
About five or six minutes later, soone ca down the stairs.
Xia Wan’an instinctively turned to look. Aside from the person who had gone up, there was another person with the sa style as theirs, presumably the Ergou they were talking about. As for the third person... he was in a sorry state, dirty clothes, hair in a ss, as if he had not washed for several days, covering most of his face.
It wasn’t until the three n walked down and were nearing Xia Wan’an that the third person inadvertently looked up, allowing Xia Wan’an to recognize him.
Han Zhijin!
It was actually Han Zhijin!
How could Han Zhijin be with Q? And what made him wind up in such a miserable state, like a vagrant?
With shock and confusion rushing through Xia Wan’an’s mind, upon seeing Q, Han Zhijin seed to see a savior, and imdiately lunged at him: "Are you here to take away from here? Are you going to send abroad? You promised that as long as I tampered with my uncle’s car, as long as my uncle died, you would ensure my safety... You have to keep your word..."
Xia Wan’an’s mouth fell open slightly, looking at Han Zhijin with disbelief.
What was Han Zhijin talking about? Han Jingnian’s death, was it really related to him?
"Please, get out of the country quickly, I can’t stand it anymore, I feel like he’s coming for ... He’s really been coming for these past few days, my uncle has, he’s here... Ahhhhh!" Han Zhijin, as if frightened, suddenly curled up, covered his ears, and started screaming hysterically.
"Uncle, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hurt you, I didn’t an to, I... please don’t co for ..."
Han Zhijin said this as he ran to Q, weeping bitterly, and clung to Q’s legs: "Save , the police are going to arrest , please save ..."
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