Not Letting Any of Them Off

Jiang Luoli told her the address.

When they arrived, Qiao Mianmian got out of the car. Qiao Chen waved at her. "Sister, see you tonight."

"Mm, see you tonight."

The car window rolled up slowly.

Qiao Chen only retracted his gaze when it was completely closed.

"Young Master, are we going to the office next?" the driver asked.

"No." Qiao Chen narrowed his eyes. "Let's go to the Spring Cold Cemetery."

The chauffeur was stunned. "Yes, Young Master."

The Spring Cold Cemetery was where Qiao Chen's mother was buried.

Qiao Chen recalled the woman in the photo on the tombstone. She looked weak, but she was as beautiful as a goddess.

That was his biological mother, Lin Hua.

That year, Lin Hua shouldn't have left this world so early.

Even though she was terminally ill, her condition was under control.

If not…

Qiao Chen clenched his fists.

He wouldn't let the person who harmed his mother off.