Ruan Qi hurriedly unfolded the paper—
On the snow-white sheet, there was a large, capital X. In the lower right corner of the X, there was a small flame.
The flame was as crimson as blood, paired with the arrogant X, it stung the eyes fiercely.
"It's this! This symbol—I saw it in Dad's study before! It really is those people!"
The usually gentle and soft girl now had a sharp chill blooming in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
She gripped the paper tightly, her fierce gaze seeming as though it could tear the symbol on the sheet to shreds.
Simon rarely saw Ruan Qi like this.
He furrowed his brow, reached for her wine glass, and poured her a cup of fruit juice.
"Qi Sha, you need to calm down."
"I can't calm down." The young girl's presence was brimming with killing intent, "They almost killed my dad, mom, and brother back then!"
"I know." Simon pushed the glass toward her, "Drink the juice, and I'll tell you more about Old Alpharetta."
