Facing the empty sofa across from him, Shen Tiancheng raised his glass, his expression particularly sinister and edgy.
"I, personally, have always believed that only the dead can keep their mouths shut!"
Across from him, there was an empty wine glass, with faint wine stains inside from previously poured red wine, barely noticeable unless looked at closely.
"The top expert's glove-wearing little obsession, I guess even Bai Chenyao will struggle to investigate you..."
With a light chuckle, Shen Tiancheng's smile grew, but his gaze became increasingly cold.
"Want to get married smoothly... ha... Bai Chenyao, you are no longer the wild kid, and I am no longer the abandoned orphan, but you now have Mu Tiantian as a fatal weakness, how could I possibly let this go?"
In the spacious bedroom, Shen Tiancheng lazily leaned against the sofa, sipping red wine elegantly, bit by bit.
It was as if the bloody scenes on the TV, and the loss of a life meant nothing to him.
