Could this woman have killed Su Xiaoge?
With that thought, Ling Feng’s entire face suddenly collapsed.
He quickly turned around and walked to the dressing room door, locking it tightly behind him.
The woman who hard Su Xiaoge—if she’s dead, so be it.
For Su Xiaoge’s sake, let her rest in peace.
The troubles afterward, he would face together with the Fourth Master.
Watching the dressing room door being locked, Amy saw the man’s face, which remained icy and turned increasingly cold. She had to believe that this man was truly determined to kill her.
If she acted any smarter, she’d end up dead by his hands.
"I... I’ll talk..."
Nearly strangled by the man, she barely rasped out two hoarse words from her throat.
As soon as she spoke, the man flung her violently to the ground.
The woman, dressed ticulously in a white dress, seemingly pure and harmless, imdiately covered her neck with both hands, coughing incessantly, and only after a while could she barely catch her breath.
She looked up at the cold and ruthless man with both sadness and annoyance. Apart from that woman, did he truly have no soft spot for any other woman?
Her bloodshot eyes slowly misted with tears, yet when the man’s gaze t hers again, there was no trace of pity—only an increasingly cold and relentless aggression.
She finally restrained all her expressions, crawling up from the ground with great difficulty.
When she finally managed to stand straight and looked at the man again, her gaze had turned much more indifferent.
"In the hall, there’s a door to a side courtyard that isn’t usually opened. But today, since the hall used a lot of flowers, the servants seed to have opened it for a while to bring in flowers from the side courtyard. Perhaps Miss Su took the opportunity to go to the side courtyard," she said.
That was all she said, without adding anything more, as the man took Ling Feng and left without a word.
"Even if you find her, so what? After all this ti, she’s already beco a wilted flower. Can you still return to the past? Chu Yihan, one day you’ll co back to !"
Tears started rolling down the woman’s cheeks as she spoke.
The night was very dark, boundlessly so.
The door to the side courtyard finally opened.
Ling Feng followed closely behind the man, and just as the man was about to step out of the side courtyard, he suddenly raised his hand, stopping Ling Feng from following.
Ling Feng gave the man a puzzled look but obediently stepped back, summoning a few bodyguards to stand by at the entrance of the side courtyard.
Upon entering the side courtyard, the man faintly detected the scent of blood and alcohol.
He glanced around quickly, his gaze instantly fixing on a dark corner, his eyes widening gradually.
In the deep black night, accompanied by flickering moonlight slowly becoming clearer, several figures were huddled in the corner—a small woman’s figure flanked by two n.
All of them were in disheveled clothing; the two n surrounded the little woman, who cowered between them, seemingly still shivering.
His hands clenched into fists, and in an instant, an overwhelming murderous intent emanated from him.
He strode over, but as he approached, he suddenly froze.
The two n remained motionless beside the little woman, their posture stiff. Even in the dim light, it was clear that every inch of skin on them had changed color.
In between the two n, the small woman’s hair was disheveled, her dress partially torn, and on her left shoulder, five distinct claw marks slowly bled.
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