The night is deep and cool.

The dazzling neon lights gradually went out, and the dim street lights lit up the way home for everyone who returned late.

At this time, Richeal Yill's room was still lit.

A man leans against the window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking out of the window with dark eyes, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly the phone rang and Richeal Yill quickly connected: "Hello."

"He has been caught." An Qing cut to the chase.

"What about Susan?"

"She was slightly injured and went home after being treated in the hospital." An Qing answered truthfully.

Richeal Yill angrily bit her...