The night breeze in the landscaped area was rather cool.
However, at this moment, Qiu Yu's heart had already turned cold, and he didn't need any extra coolness.
Whenever he attempted to move his bound hands and feet, the man in front of him wearing a hat and mask would shoot him sharp, piercing looks like an eagle.
He was an actor, his acting skills were not bad, and he had encountered many actors with excellent skills. Some actors who played murderers had eyes exactly like this person.
But the current situation told him, the person in front of him was definitely not an actor!
How did things develop into this?
Qiu Yu's mind was in chaos, and he lost the calmness and cunning he had when plotting against senior colleagues, cousins, or fellow program guests.
He only remembered receiving a private call; the person offered to help him attend a dinner with a big boss, suggesting that he might land a decent role in a major production.
