"Come on, tell me, how much do you know about Xu Liren and my dear dad, and when did you know about it? The most important thing is..."
The surveillance relayed the boy's indifferent voice. On that expressionless little face, his starry eyes flickered with bone-chilling coldness.
Qin Zhan wasn't unfamiliar with seeing a crazed boy. When he returned from Beijing, the teenager he saw was holding a machete, with a manic expression.
But this was the first time Qin Zhan saw the boy like this. That icy demeanor, those ruthless hands breaking Wang Caiyun's fingers one by one, it was all new to him. But...damn it, what a deadly charm!
At this moment, someone walked over, surveying the dark prison and clicked his tongue, a meaningful smile forming at the corners of his lips, "I didn't expect our Little Jiu'er to go crazy, becoming a complete little lunatic."
