He lowered his head, pondering all these when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Wondering when did he have such a formidable opponent, an enemy of whose details he knew nothing about.
Zheng Haoyu said nothing, nor did Cheng Yun say much. After a moment of silence, Zheng Haoyu asked, "Is Qin Xiaofei in your custody?"
Cheng Yun glanced at him and replied, "Yes."
"Did she confess to anything?" Zheng Haoyu leaned back against the sofa, his pale complexion contrasted by the light blue upholstery. There was a hint of desolation reflecting off the light onto him.
