"He's at the Zhou Family right now, you can come if you want, but if anything really happens to Brother Yunsheng, both Zhou's mother and I won't let you off the hook!"
Mo Shiyu's venting voice fell, and then the call was disconnected.
Su Xingyue glanced at the phone in her hand, then looked out the window.
After taking a deep breath, she finally spoke to the driver.
"Take me to a place."
...
In the pouring rain, a black sedan stopped in front of the Zhou family's small villa next door to the Mo family.
Su Xingyue got out of the car, holding her purse over her head, and ran to the door of the Zhou family.
Just as she was about to press the doorbell, she found that the door was not locked.
She pushed open the door and walked in.
In the living room on the first floor, the curtains were tightly closed, and the lights were off.
The surrounding light was dim, but the smell of alcohol was very pungent.