An hour later, the man, beaten black and blue, was dragged by Gu Ningyue to stand before Shen Hanyin, who had just stepped off the stage.
Shen Hanyin looked astonished, "Brother Chen, how could it be you!"
Brother Chen, Chen Qinghui, was the assistant to the troupe leader.
He had always been diligent in both big and small matters, very much trusted by the troupe leader.
There had never been any animosity between them, she never dreamed it would be him!
Gu Ningyue looked at Chen Qinghui, her voice cold as ice, "Do you want to say it yourself, or shall I say it for you?"
Noseblood trickled down to his mouth, and Chen Qinghui was filled with regret; he should have never agreed to help that person back then.
The woman in front of him was like a demon.
Her methods were ruthless, her speed astonishing.
Most importantly, he had never dreamed of how she found out about the venomous snake he released!
Yet she did, and she tracked him down, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
