After dinner, everyone scattered around the second-floor hall, chatting among themselves. He Shuqin had stepped down long ago and no longer had to deal with those headaches, so he took his boy out to the balcony for some air.
Bo Xi went to deal with his troublesome relatives, while Lin Xingye came out to the balcony alone. Qin Ke seemed to know he had come looking for him and found an excuse to send He Shuqin away.
"Long time no see."
Holding the sweet drink Bo Xi had pressed into his hand, Lin Xingye calmly sat down beside Qin Ke.
Qin Ke raised an eyebrow without responding.
"Where did he go?"
It was a question only the two of them understood.
"Trash can only do a trash job, of course. After all, he only has one task, doesn't he?" Qin Ke's fingers tapped unconsciously. He was clearly on his guard.
"Qin Ke, what do you get out of this?" Lin Xingye was actually surprised himself. He had never expected to be able to sit beside him and talk so calmly.
Even though his hands were already clenched tight, he was doing everything he could to suppress his emotions.
Because no matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how someone who had committed so many atrocities could still sit here so quietly, so calmly, so casually.
"This is fate. And this is your fate." Qin Ke suddenly leaned close to his ear. "They deserved to die. So do you."
The most vicious words spilled from his mouth.
Unsurprisingly, Lin Xingye shoved him away.
He slammed into the balcony railing with a dull thud. Qin Ke cried out in pain, and He Shuqin, who was nearby, hurried over. "Ke!"
Lin Xingye still had him by the collar. Furious enough to