"Ling Chen, who sent this letter?"
Nanrong Wanqing leaned in close to Ling Chen, eyeing the letter in his hand. However, before she could make out the contents of the letter, Ling Chen had already folded it up and slipped it into his pocket, saying, "I have something to take care of, I'll step out for a bit." Without waiting for Nanrong Wanqing to ask any more questions, Ling Chen quickly exited the villa.
But after a few steps, Ling Chen seemed to remember something and turned back to his bedroom. When he came out again, he had something wrapped in clothes in his hand.
Leaving the Nanrong Family home, Ling Chen got into his car and took out the letter from his pocket again. Looking at the contents, Ling Chen's face remained expressionless, but his eyes revealed a cold and sinister glint, like a blood-thirsty beast ready to tear the throat of its prey at any moment.
