C388 His Mind

In the dead of night, only bugs chirped softly.

"Where did he go?"

A woman's voice came from the darkness. It had a lethargic tone to it, like a cat's paw gently brushing against its heart.

Tang Jiu tossed the sabre with its blade on the table. "To the Han estate."

"Why are you going to the Han Residence?" The woman walked over slowly.

"Yi Xiaoqiao isn't dead."

Yi Zhen's body trembled