The Black Rose's Keepsake

The woman lifted her head up slowly and took off her black hat, showing a small and fair face. She maintained herself very well and did not look old. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes slightly revealed her age. Her movements were exceptionally elegant and classy. She had a smile which was neither cold nor warm as she looked at Ye Ling.

That was a very pretty face.

It was also a very unfamiliar face.

Ye Ling did not remember where he had seen her.

It was even harder for Shen Qianshu to remember where she had seen her.

Ye Ling sneered as he looked at her. "I am not in a hurry to send you to trial. Back then, you threatened me and wanted me to hand Shen Qianshu over to you. Now, I have brought the person here. What do you want to do? What is your relationship with her? What is your motive for wanting her?"