"Xiao Lin, what do you think you're doing?" Hua Qingyi looked at Xiao Lin with agitation, while Xiao Lin's indifferent expression seemed as if he was looking at a stranger. "Xia Xue just left, it's not too late to go after her now."
"What would be the point of bringing her back? Just to hurt her again because of me?"
"So you're planning to give up?" Hua Qingyi was hopping mad because of Xiao Lin's attitude.
"When have I, Xiao Lin, ever given up?" Xiao Lin smirked. He would find his woman himself. "Now's not the time to talk about this. Did you find any clues?"
"You're such a troublesome guy!" As Hua Qingyi said this, all his previous worries dissipated; Xiao Lin laughed lightly, tossed the last blood-soaked cotton in the trash, and opened a can.
"You saw that masked man earlier, right? I killed Master Si, but that person doesn't seem like someone who would let it go easily."
