A night had passed.
Daylight gradually brightened, and being in a high-rise apartment, the sunroom's exquisite design made the distant horizon appear especially vast. Such architectural density and sky-high property values in the Imperial Capital meant only those with significant capital and intellect could afford to live in such a place.
Yet, those two crucial weapons she had relied on for many years had still not returned.
Shan Yingxin had sat desolate all night, and was still blankly sitting in the living room, staring at the fish tank on the coffee table where a translucent, pulsating cocoon throbbed with a profound sense of unease, wave after wave, almost drowning her in its depths.
But… this shouldn't be happening!
In her plan, the role of the two mosquitoes was no different from before. One was sent to Wu Shengsheng to draw some of her blood, but it ended up hanging by a thread there, conveniently allowing Luo Yuan to take appropriate measures.
