While the Su Family were searching for the Wei siblings, Wei Donglin and his sister were taking their leisure at Su Qing's place.
The table was filled with exquisite dishes.
Chu Tiange was bound to a chair beside the table, hands tied behind her back, a rag stuffed in her mouth, her eyes full of terror.
Apart from Wei Donglin and his sister, Su Qing and a stranger were also at the table.
The man showed no expression, his hair covering half of his face, a long sword was lying diagonally by his feet, and his arms crossed in front of him, seemingly uninterested in the dishes before him.
Su Qing wore a broad smile, continuously toasting to Wei Donglin and Wei Yuting: "I didn't expect you really killed Shen Lian, hahaha, let's see how they will cope now. That old bastard Su Mu must be at his wit's end!"
Wei Donglin drank while sneering: "Young Master Su Qing, you're one of the Su Family. Why do you wish for the Su Family's downfall?"
