Yan Xiaye stood in front of the incense burner and small table, locking eyes with the woman in the portrait for a moment, when she suddenly doubted that Qin Yan might not be here.
She had only a passing acquaintance with Qin Changge and didn't know how important the woman in the portrait was to him, but if Qin Changge's reason for often being here was to offer incense and pay respects, then it seemed quite reasonable.
Taking a few steps back out of the master bedroom, Yan Xiaye looked around the other rooms on the second floor without any results and returned to the first floor.
Just as she hesitated about whether to leave, the creaking sound from the villa's back door caught her attention.
Glancing back, in the afternoon sunlight, a dark figure was sprawled against the door, back slightly arched, seemingly fully intent on breaking in.
