Sun Heng and Chen Li fell silent. Staring at the exquisitely beautiful woman smiling before them, the same thought surfaced in both their minds—'An Evil Ghost. This is definitely an Evil Ghost crawled up from Hell!'
She said she'd had some dealings with those three youths this morning. 'Could their swollen, colorful faces, looking like pig heads, also be her handiwork?'
As Sun Heng thought this, the light in his eyes grew even brighter.
'As expected of the person he so admired!'
However, even though she was the person he had admired for so many years, as the man in charge of this case, there were still some questions he had to raise—
"But, Madam, even if Marquis Wu'an steps in, that young master from the Marquis Wu'an Mansion won't necessarily help us. Or rather, he might not help us sincerely.
