Angel... The problem definitely lies with the angel.
With this thought, he immediately recorded all the clues he had gathered into his phone's memo, just in case an accident happened.
Based on the morning's behavior of Yamashita Kojirō, Sun Yan had reason to believe that he had inexplicably lost a memory without his knowledge.
And this memory was crucial. To prevent himself from forgetting what happened tonight, Sun Yan chose to keep a written record as a backup.
"Mr. Jack, what are you doing here?"
At that moment, a calm inquiry suddenly came from outside the room.
Sun Yan turned around to see the old housekeeper Xia Da quietly standing at the door, his eyes coldly fixing on him with a smile.
Sun Yan shivered in an instant, feeling a tearing pain in his chest.
Looking down, he saw a slender arm, seemingly ethereal, pierced straight into his chest, clutching his heart.
"Mr. Jack, since you've seen things you shouldn't have, I can't leave you alive any longer. Goodnight."
