Miss?
Mei Chengyu's question left Zhang Xiangyun utterly dumbfounded. His mind buzzed, and even the pain in his body went numb.
Seeing this, Song Yubai was just about to rush over when he heard a sword being drawn. In the blink of an eye, a gleaming blade blocked his way.
"What are you going over there for?" Kong Yiyi's voice came from behind him. "To get beaten up?"
Song Yubai's expression darkened. He turned to look at Nian Qiuyan, only to find him watching the alley too.
He stood in the shadows by the wall. The dim yellow street lamp blurred his features, making it impossible for Song Yubai to tell what expression he wore.
In the alley, Zhang Xiangyun tried to get up, but Mei Chengyu planted a foot on him and pinned him to the ground. Looking down at him, he said, "Speak."
Zhang Xiangyun couldn't hold it in any longer. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and cursed, "Mei Chengyu, what the hell is wrong with you? How should I know? What miss? Whose miss? Whoever told you, go ask them!"
Impossible. Mei Chengyu couldn't possibly know Qingkui existed.
Mei Chengyu stared at him, intent and focused. "As it happens, I do know she's a young lady of the Nangong Family."
What?
Zhang Xiangyun's pupils contracted, and he froze.
Why would Qin Chongxue tell Mei Chengyu something like that? Had he gone mad?!
Zhang Xiangyun couldn't for the life of him figure out how Mei Chengyu had guessed it.
Seeing the shock in Zhang Xiangyun's eyes, Mei Chengyu knew he'd guessed right. He pressed down harder, crushing Zhang Xiangyun's ribs and forcing another mouthful of blood from him.
"You—"
"It's your turn to answer my question." Mei Chengyu's voice was low and cold as it sounded