The scene inside the room made his pupils shrink.

A man lay in a pool of blood with a knife stuck in his body.

He still looked somewhat alive, but he was on his deathbed.

The knife pierced a vital spot, making survival extremely difficult.

There were only two people in the room; the identity of the murderer is self-evident.

Zhao Jing looked at Jiang Tian, ​​who was dressed in plain clothes, and Jiang Tian was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Jiang Tian spoke up: "Since you're here, then help me deal with him."

He was familiar with her calm and composed tone, but unfamiliar with the ruthlessness she had never shown him before.

Zhao Jing remained silent for a long time before suddenly opening the door. When he came back in, two ghostly bodyguards followed behind him.

“Come out with me, leave these matters to them.”

Zhao Jing's tone was relatively calm, but there was a sense of suppressed emotion beneath the calm.

Without hesitation, Jiang Tian walked around the pool of blood, and the two of them went outside one after the other.

After walking for a while, Zhao Jing suddenly stopped, looked at Jiang Tian with a deep gaze, which contained very profound emotions.

Jiang Tian remained silent. She was dressed in simple clothes and wore only a wooden hairpin in her hair, yet she possessed a unique and heavenly beauty.

Even though she has a huge scar on her face that runs from her nose to behind her ear, her temperament alone is enough to make her stand out.

Standing on the mountain path, Zhao Jing stared intently at her, his expression becoming increasingly distorted, as if a raging storm was about to erupt in his eyes.

After a few breaths, he moved. He strode up to Jiang Tian, ​​gritted his teeth, and hugged her tightly!