Leng Yichen, that bastard, actually struck without discerning right from wrong, which is completely unreasonable. Once he's back, I must have a serious talk with him.
The very unreasonable Leng Yichen was, at the moment, in a cold, dark basement.
Tied up in the middle of the room was the girl who had posed as an art student and took Shu Qiqi's painting from Chen Xue.
"I'll give you one last chance, who made you do this? If you don't speak up, you'll be sent to Africa tomorrow, and you'll never get the chance to come back," Qin Ran said to the woman.
The woman had a look of terror on her face. Although she heard Qin Ran's words, her eyes were fixed on the silent man at the door, not uttering a word.
That man was far too terrifying; just one glance from him had made her legs go weak.
She knew they were not bluffing; they would certainly do as they said.
"Please, don't do this, I'll talk! Isn't that enough?"
"..."
Qin Ran followed Leng Yichen out of the basement.