As soon as Ruan Qi finished speaking, another loud noise rang out from the second floor.
It sounded somewhat like the breaking of porcelain.
Yu Jinxiu also realized something was wrong. He was about to get up to take a look, but Ruan Qi moved even faster than him, rushing up the stairs like a gust of wind.
At this moment, in Qiu Weiren's bedroom on the second floor, the place was in complete disarray.
The table lamp, bedding, and clothes were scattered all over the floor, and Qiu Weiren was curled up, helplessly lying on the worn-out floorboards.
"Where is it?" A man wearing a black baseball cap and mask was gripping his throat tightly.
Qiu Weiren's face turned red from suffocation, panting heavily as he said with difficulty, "Who... who sent you... Jiang Shì?"
The man in the black cap didn't reply, and his grip on Qiu Weiren's throat tightened even more.
"Tell me, where is it? Where did you hide those things?"
Qiu Weiren: "...I, I don't know what you're talking about."
