Tang Yan's heart was pricked with pain, and with trembling hands, he checked Jin Mo's breath to confirm she was still breathing, just weakly.
She lay there like a broken doll, her brows tightly furrowed as if the cuts on her neck were too painful.
Tang Yan covered her with a blanket and held her in his embrace, enclosing her completely, unwilling to let even a bit of cold air touch her.
After turning around, Tang Yan's steps halted, and he ordered the men behind him, "Get this cleaned up, don't leave any traces for people to find."
No sooner had he spoken than two screams sounded behind him. Tang Yan's expression remained cold and unchanging, as emotionless as a heartless beast.
The two men, having been knocked out, were stuffed into Su Xiao'an's car, which was then set ablaze and pushed off a cliff, ensuring that no evidence would be left, and perhaps no one would ever find out who really died.
