บท 1670: Is This Not What You Wanted To See?

It was a breezy night. There was nearly no one on the cold winter streets, let alone the area around the villa.

Mo Fei felt her way in the dark to the outside of the Huang family's house. The lights in Huang Jiaojiao's bedroom were still lit.

Mo Fei curled her lips slightly as if she was looking at her prey.

In Qian Yikun's apartment, Qian Yikun returned from outside. Xin Ya was pacing back and forth in the living room. When she saw Qian Yikun enter, she hurriedly ran over. With a voice that sounded close to sobbing, she exclaimed, "Big Brother Qian, I don't know where Mrs. Qian went!"

Qian Yikun had not even put down his car keys when he heard these words. Without changing out of his shoes, he stormed straight into the bedroom. Then, he extended a hand and pulled open the drawer. Mo Fei's steel wire rope, which was placed at the bottom of the drawer, had disappeared. That was the weapon that Mo Fei was the most adept in.