Li Qiao stared unblinkingly at him, his candid gaze seeming to pierce into the depths of his soul. "If you're not Jing Yifeng, why are you living here under his name?"
The middle-aged man leaned on the back of the chair, looking down and chuckling hoarsely. "You're asking what you already know, aren't you?"
Li Qiao's brow furrowed, a prelude to her patience running out.
The appearance of the Jing Family in Tongliang County was odd and out of place, the records of the Sixth Bureau were incomplete, who could be orchestrating all this from behind the scenes?
Before long, the middle-aged man walked slowly over to the sofa and sat down, looking at Li Qiao with lament in his voice. "Wasn't it the Mu Family who sent you here?"
Li Qiao turned to look at him, a ripple crossing her dark eyes. "The Mu Family?"
"You...don't know?" The middle-aged man's face showed shock, his hands also covered in scars tightly gripping his knees. "If not, how did you find this place?"
