2 am.
A dark figure with a tobacco pipe and dagger in his hand slowly approached Qingfeng's bedroom.
This was the time of the day when a person was the most tired and deep in their sleep. The dark figure took careful steps without a single sound to avoid alarming the person in the room. Her eyes flashed with coldness and killer intent.
If Xue Lin was here, she would recognize the dark figure as her housekeeper – Ms. Zhang. At the moment, Ms. Zhang's face was devoid of any friendliness. It was only filled with a chilling coldness.
Ms. Zhang walked to Qingfeng's bedroom and carefully pushed open the door. A flash of coldness appeared in her eyes when she saw Qingfeng was deep in sleep.