That night, Xia Yuqing slipped out of the house dressed in all black from head to toe. Her hair was tied back, and her steps were light and silent. She had told Lu Jinchen to stay behind, but of course, he refused.
Now, he was trailing after her like a stubborn, clingy puppy. "We'll move faster if you stay here," she whispered over her shoulder.
"Not happening," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Their target was a woman named Mrs. Zhang. She was someone Ying Xue knew and had entrusted her with those pictures. According to the information they got, she had lived in the village for nearly twenty years, but she wasn't a native.
One day, she had appeared out of nowhere, purchased a large plot of land, and built the grandest house in the area. It was the kind of house that stood out in this quiet countryside—tall gates, manicured gardens, and the subtle air of money.
