Gu Qingheng left that alley, and although nothing showed on his face, his heart was far from calm. Previously, Xinxin had suspected Han Wang, but had never found concrete evidence. After all, which noble hadn't dirty secrets hidden behind them? But now, seeing the deep fear in Peng Jing's eyes, someone once so domineering and arrogant, combined with the traces he uncovered at the palace, he suddenly felt that the filth behind Han Wang was not simple.
Han Wang Residence, Jing Garden.
Peng Jing knelt on the ground, her whole body trembling like she was sifting chaff. She knew this man wouldn't easily trust her completely, but she had to hold on.
"Speak, what were you doing with Gu Qingheng?" Qi Jinghao sat in the chair, sipping tea slowly. Although his tone was calm, it was exceedingly cold.
"Nothing." Peng Jing hurriedly shook her head. "I really didn't seek him out; I ran into him in the street."
"Really?" Qi Jinghao slightly raised an eyebrow, with a half-smile on his face.
