In the specially opened basement.
Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing stood separated by a thick layer of glass, looking at Xu Zhiyi lying in the freezing device.
At first glance, one might think he was just asleep, except for his pale complexion and exposed skin.
But precisely because of the pale, bloodless skin, the purple-black patterns beneath his surface skin looked even more sinister.
"You two are the only ones besides me who have seen Zhiyi in the past eight years."
"Rest assured, Mr. Xu," Jiang Lingxi averted her gaze and nodded slightly to Xu Maochun, "once we leave here, we won't mention it to anyone."
"Actually, at my age, even if someone knows what I've done and comes to curse me as a madman, I won't care much. However, Xingyuan is still young, and I don't want this matter to weigh on his shoulders."
