The dimly lit room had its windows pasted over with newspapers, there were no lights, but four candles were lit. In the center of the room, a young woman wearing a plaid shirt was sitting on a worn-out chair. She appeared to be in her twenties, with her long hair cascading down, and traces of blood could be vaguely seen on her body.
At this moment, the woman gently lifted her head, looking at the two people who had just entered near the window, frowning and asking, "Secretary Qin, do we have such a deep hatred that you must treat me this way?"
The corners of Qin Xi's mouth lifted slightly as he glanced at Xu Wu beside him, who then laughed coldly, saying, "Do you still think of yourself as Chou Xue? Qin Miao?"
The woman in front of them widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at the two people as though she had seen a ghost.
