It was during this gap that my mind was racing. Su Muxue, the daughter of the richest man in the Tianyuan Empire, the best friend of the empress Lin Yueyao, the most exquisite Bai Fumei in the legend, lived in the most expensive single-family villa in the city, and was usually accompanied by bodyguards in luxury cars. Now she was at home alone and had just finished taking a shower.
And I, a wanted criminal covered in blood, was sitting in her bathtub.
