Qiao Yanhui swept his palm over. The back door, which had been opened at some point in time, was instantly closed by Qiao Yanhui's palm wind. When his gaze landed on the door lock on the ground, a vicious look flashed in his eyes. As expected, there was a traitor in the Qiao family! He actually dared to betray his master. Killing intent flashed in Qiao Yanhui's eyes.
"The Qiao family's courtyard is indeed extraordinary!" That person's voice was extremely unpleasant to the ears. It was impossible to tell if he was male or female. His hoarse voice was like that of an old crow, making one feel uncomfortable and subconsciously frown. It was very ear-piercing.
"You're courting death!" Qiao Yanhui's voice was cold as he looked at that person with an icy gaze.
