C38

Standing in front of the burnt house, the Prime Minister's Estate was shrouded in darkness, and a light rain was falling from the sky. Su Qingjiu shook her head, indicating that she had found nothing.

"King …" The words that almost came out of his mouth made Wu Yin tense up, the more he didn't care, the more problematic it became.

Su Qingjiu's cold eyes swept across the crowd