The delivery guy jogged forward and handed the parcel to Qin Wan.
Qin Wan glanced at it and said in a flat voice, "I won't accept this. Please send it back."
"Sure."
The delivery guy smiled, nodded, and didn't insist.
Qin Wan said "Thank you."
Then she turned and went back to her studio.
Across the road, in the window-facing seat of the third-floor cafe...
The woman in the red dress clenched the spoon in her hand tightly, her eyes fixed on Qin Wan across the street, as cold and serpent-like as ever.
Her name was Jia Lin.
Her mother was the stepmother of Qin Wan and Qin Zheng.
Her uncle was Bai Zhiguang of the Bai Family, that fat pig.
That night, after her mother and uncle had been accidentally killed by Qin Zheng...
Jia Lin never went back to the Qin Family.
Initially, she wanted to watch Qin Zheng die in jail.
But the Bai Family did everything they could, not only to prevent Qin Zheng from dying there...
But also to help him escape.
Now his whereabouts were unknown.