C385 Who Is the Arsonist

Although it was already late autumn, the midday sun was still as hot as fire, making the breeze billow.

However, Shen Yinbing could not feel the slightest bit of warmth, and her heart and even her body were ice-cold.

A few hours had passed since she received the call in the morning. Shen Yinbing sat motionlessly on the ground in front of her car, looking like a statue.

Cheng Yang