Late into the night, at the Quan Family home.
Quan Ziye lay across his sofa as he drank from the wine glass in his hand. On his body was a set of thin pyjamas, but the heater was not on in the room.
The old housekeeper scurried into the room with a fluffy blanket, "Young Master, it's cold..."
"Have you found Qian Qian yet?" Quan Ziye asked with his eyes half closed as he lifted the wine glass to his lips. His actions had an evil vibe to them, making him hard not to attract attention.
"No. The Second Miss seems to have disappeared into thin air. We've looked all over Beijing and can't find her," the old housekeeper replied. "Young Master, why don't we..."
"Get out," Quan Ziye knew what the old housekeeper wanted to say, so these two words left his lips coldly. "Others may not know, but you are well aware what Qian Qian means to me."