Qin Yayong and Fu Zijun went to the villa of the Qin family together. The locks hanging on the door of the villa had rusted. The original beautiful garden had already been a bush of weeds and depression.

"Want to go in?" Fu Zixun asked her.

"No way in." Qin Yahuang shook his head. "No more."

Fu Zixun took her hand. "Now that you're here, let's go in and have a look. Anyway, nobody's here now."

When Qin Yayong had not responded, in a blink of an eye, he saw that Fu Zixun had broken the old iron lock on the door of the villa. "Zixun, you..."

"Let's go! Don't...