Staring at the spot where the woman disappeared, a cold sweat broke out all over Qin Shuheng's body!
Was that woman a human or a ghost?
How could she just vanish like that, how did she do it?
Even in his fear, Qin Shuheng was filled with relief, lucky that this woman hadn't intended to kill him; otherwise, he would probably have become a corpse by now.
Thinking of this, Qin Shuheng couldn't help but lower his head and look at the black porcelain bottle gripped in his hand, his expression flickering uncertainly.
Though he wanted the Qin family, he had no intention of letting Ye Xunhuan die. In his view, as long as he obtained the Qin family, it didn't matter if Ye Xunhuan was alive.
But now it was no longer a matter of whether he wanted Ye Xunhuan dead or alive.
Someone wanted Ye Xunhuan dead, and that person saw through his intention at a glance. What's more, that person was working with Yan Jinglin.
