Chapter 762

Tang Qiaoer sighed quietly.

They all knew Lao Wan's temperament. If they knew that Qin Shu might be behind the scenes, Lao Wan might have sent someone to assassinate Qin Shu.

Tang Qiaoer felt that it was not elegant, and that killing someone would lead to trouble.

She is good at scheming, but to deal with a poisonous woman like Qin Shu who has a needle in her tail, she has to play dirty!

"Aunt Rou, look at this person, do you recognize him?"

Tang Qiaoer took out her mobile phone and pulled up the photo of the murderer to show it to Chu Rou.

Because the murderer had been masked before, Chu Rou did not see his true face at that time.

"This person...he, he..."

Chu Rou slowly widened her eyes, "His name is Zhang Xu. He was a young assistant on the TS stage. He often ran around the stage doing some rough work, serving tea and water to the actors."

"In other words, he could enter and leave the TS building freely back then, right?"

"Not only that, he also does some odd jobs on the set. Sometimes there are not enough actors, so he has to be an extra, a backup actor."

Chu Rou asked in confusion, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong? Why do you suddenly ask about this person?"

Tang Qiaoer frowned, and a horrifying thought suddenly came to her mind.

...

Tang Qiaoer came out of Chu Rou's room, her face dark and worried.

"Miss."

A servant came over and said respectfully, "There is a young gentleman outside the door looking for you. It seems he has been waiting for you for a long time."

Tang Qiaoer's heart beat suddenly, and her palms were soaked with sweat.

What came to her mind involuntarily was the image of Shen Jingjue standing in the heavy snow against the wind and frost, standing there longingly, silently waiting for her...

"You didn't tell anyone, did you?" she asked in an obscure voice.

"No, he asked me to pass the message and asked me not to disturb others. He only asked me to tell you privately." The servant replied.

"knew."

Tang Qiaoer secretly adjusted her disordered breathing, and with a throbbing heart, she walked through the spacious courtyard and came to the antique gate.

Thump—thump—

For some reason, they were so unhappy that day, but at this moment, she didn't feel any resentment towards him. Instead, her heart beat so fast that she almost lost control.

She's a weirdo.

She could no longer see through her own heart.

With a muffled sound, Tang Qiaoer pushed open the door, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her eyes...

"Qiao Qiao."

A gentle and affectionate call, so magnetic, clear and beautiful.

But her heart was filled with hope, and she fell into despair.

The man holding the bloody horse in front of her, staring at her with burning eyes and a smile as warm as the sun, was not him.

It’s Xie Jinhuan.

How could it be...not him?