In an apartment in Beijing, Qin Yan who claimed she was traveling to clear her mind, lay on a lounge chair, cradling a cat in her arms and gently stroking its fur. The heavy rain pouring outside the window did not affect her good mood in the slightest. A man walked in and stood before Qin Yan, "Madam."
Qin Yan spoke indifferently, "Speak."
"Just now, we received news from the prison. Li Xitong has done as we asked. Chu Yunrong seems to have taken quite a blow after learning of those matters."
Qin Yan's lips curved up slightly. Is she upset by that? How fragile. If she knew about Shen Qinglan's past, would Chu Yunrong go mad on the spot?
"Hmm, that's good."
"Madam, Li Xitong has been pressing us about when we will get her out."
