What a Bumper Harvest

He walked in and saw a pitiful-looking Lin Siqing.

A bodyguard walked over and tested her breathing. After checking for a while, he reported, "Sir, she died of a broken neck. The person broke her neck in an instant."

Actually, before Lu Zhanbei came over, he already had a hunch that this would be a futile trip.

Lin Siqing's abilities were not sufficient to complete the plan of harming Lin Wanwan. She must have had a helping hand.

Now that Lin Siqing was exposed, it was normal for her to be murdered.

"Let's go."

A row of people retreated. When they got down the stairs, Lu Zhanbei looked up.

"Jiushang, come down."

It was unknown since when Mo Jiushang had been lying on top of the roof. He straightened his pair of long legs. The sinister and cold environment couldn't hide his lazy temperament.