Shen Ninghua stood in place until the fire burned the house down. Only then did she nimbly turn around. "Have someone clean up this place. If Baili Jinze's corpse hasn't been burned to ashes, find a place to bury his body. If it is burned to ashes, scatter his ashes somewhere. Let's go."

"Yes, Miss."

Shen Ninghua walked out step by step. With every step she took, the hatred in her heart dissipated a little. In the end, her obsession with the past faded ...