Looking at her back, Su Changfeng smiled bitterly.
What is this girl doing?
He picked up the key and looked at the small gourd.
The small gourd is very delicately carved, with a landscape painting engraved on its small body. Moreover, the gourd exudes a faint aroma...
Su Changfeng smiled and put the keys away.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had not yet bought the watercolors that Song Qingge had promised to buy for Su Su.
So he quickly took a taxi and left...
Jincheng, Ziwei Apartment.
In the bachelor's apartment, Cheng Qianxi sat in a daze.
Su Changfeng's figure kept appearing in her mind.
At this moment, a black mist flew in through the crack in the door.
Then, the black mist turned into a figure and suddenly appeared behind her.
I saw a scary-looking old woman dressed in black, leaning on a cane, hunched over, and said slowly: "Did you give him what I asked you to give him?"
Cheng Qianqian was so frightened by her sudden appearance that she trembled all over.
But it was obviously not the first time that she was frightened by the old woman. She just looked at the old woman deeply.
"…Give it. Give it this afternoon."
The old woman's eyes flashed, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "You really gave it to me? You didn't lie to me?"
Cheng Qianxi nodded: "I really did."
The old woman laughed scornfully: "Fortunately, you are telling the truth. Otherwise, you would have turned into a corpse now."
"I went to the orphanage with him in the afternoon. Did it feel good? Did I fall in love with him?"
Cheng Qianqian was stunned.
"Are you following me?"
The old woman sneered twice: "If I don't follow you, how will I know if you listen to me?"
"Fortunately, you are obedient. Otherwise, you and your family will not end well."
"Remember, your mother is in my hands. If you disobey me in the future, I can kill her at any time."
Cheng Qianqian's eyes turned red: "No! I have already done what you asked me to do. I beg you, please let her go!"
The old woman sneered twice: "If you want me to let her go, just listen to me. When the time is right, I will consider letting her go. But now, you must listen to me."
"Okay...I listen to you." Cheng Qianqian felt heartache when she thought of Su Changfeng.
The old woman put a small transparent glass bottle on Cheng Qianqian's table.
"Find an opportunity and let him drink it."
Cheng Qianxi looked at her puzzled: "I already gave him the little gourd... Why do you still need me to do this?"
The old woman rolled her eyes at her: "You don't need to know this, just do it."
"Of course, you can also refuse."
Cheng Qianqian covered her face weakly.
Can she refuse?
She couldn't accept the consequences of rejection, nor could she accept it.
"I'll leave the stuff here, and you can figure out how to make him drink it. The matter must be completed within a week."
"I go first."
The old woman tapped her cane, and her figure flashed, turning into a black mist and disappearing...
