Creak...
Despite his suspicions, Qin Yu still pushed open the door and walked in.
Although Han Bing was a bit hot-tempered, she probably wouldn't harm him.
"You are..."
On the luxurious sofa sat a cold, mature, and stunningly beautiful woman.
Qin Yu felt she looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen her before.
"My name is Han Qingying, Han Bing's aunt!"
Han Qingying introduced herself.
Her gaze remained on Qin Yu, inwardly feeling a bit surprised; after all, she had personally thrown this young man off the cliff. Not only was he still alive, but even his injuries had healed, which was truly bizarre.
"Oh, hello!"
Qin Yu also sized up Han Qingying. He wasn't attracted by her beauty but felt there was something familiar about her voice and eyes, yet he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.