"Fuck..."
The instant the disheveled hair was swept aside, Wan Tonghui, already on the verge of a full beastly eruption, let out a ghostly shriek. He collapsed onto the floor, his face drained white with fright, nearly breaking down completely.
Because he had finally seen the face of the supposed Hua Meixi—but damn it, it was not Hua Meixi at all.
It was Hua Meixi's mother, Madam Yao, Jiang Wanyou.
"Young Master, what happened?"
Just as Wan Tonghui was nearly scared unconscious, several black-clad men guarding outside flashed into the room.
Their young master's scream had truly been rather shrill and miserable.
Wan Tonghui was still sprawled on the floor. Then, trembling, he pointed at Jiang Wanyou on the ground. As he stared at the black-clad men, his eyes gradually reddened, and his face slowly flushed from white to crimson—the look of someone exploding with rage.
He roared madly, "Are you idiots? Are you blind? You actually kidnapped Hua Meixi's mother for me!"
Wan Tonghui was practically going insane. He finally understood why A Ying had appeared outside Hua Meixi's little courtyard.
Because the person inside Hua Meixi's courtyard had not been Hua Meixi, but her mother.
At the same time, Sikong Jing, who was sneaking through the manor and drawing ever closer to the small building, abruptly stopped. Cold light flickered in his eyes as he said, "They really kidnapped the wrong person. Their target truly was Hua Meixi."
Wan Tonghui's ghostly shriek had been loud, so Sikong Jing heard it clearly.
The next moment, cold light flashed again in Sikong Jing's eyes. "That voice... seems to be Wan Tonghui's?"
With that, Sikong Jing clenched his fists and continued toward the small building...
Inside the small building, the black-clad men were dumbfounded by his words.
Then one of them