"What are you plotting in your mind, trying to get me drunk?" This was nothing but a fool's dream. Could a mere bit of alcohol ever make Mo Yifeng drunk? So, he asked with a smile, "Just say it, what do you want to know from me?"
Qu Tan'er chuckled awkwardly, her purpose had been seen through before she even began, "Tell me, who was it that killed him? Is that person still alive?"
Mo Yifeng glanced at her impassively, and after a long moment, said indifferently, "He's dead."
"?!!" She was astonished, not expecting this to be the answer.
If the person was dead, all enmity and grudges should have dissipated with the smoke.
Was that why he said he didn't blame anyone anymore?
Suddenly, Qu Tan'er stood up, leaving Mo Yifeng behind as she rushed towards Mu Xiang Residence.
By this time, the night had deepened.
As she reached the entrance to the courtyard, she saw a figure in white leaning at the spot where she had sat before she left.
