When the door was pulled open, Qihe raised his head violently, with expectant eyes, but Qicheng stood facially and expressionlessly in front of him.

"Qicheng! What on earth do you want to do? Suddenly faded, Qihe hesitated to see the ghost, stared at Qicheng's face tightly.

Knowing the results of the identification, Qi He was full of self-mockery and irony. He never expected that the woman would deceive himself.

But how can the dead be punished?

trembling fingers, Qihe pointed angrily at Qicheng.

But Qihe's anger is nothing in Qicheng's eyes.

"What do I want to do? Guess what..." Qicheng raised his jaw. "I heard that Qi's debt is now...