Chapter 125: All His Life, He Just Wanted an Identity
The ever-vigilant specter by his side slit open the bag and silently regarded Qin Jinhai.
The gleam in Qin Jinhai’s sharp eyes remained undimmed, entirely devoid of the lifelessness from before.
Dead? Impossible!
But now was definitely not the time to seek out Fu Bing.
Qin Sheng, ever suspicious and sensitive, would never believe it, even if he saw Qin Jinhai enter the cremation furnace with his own eyes.
He likely even suspected Wu Shi by now.
Qin Jinhai lowered his gaze and paused for a long while. "Cause some more trouble for the Qin Family and Qin Jinmo; it’s best to keep Qin Sheng too busy to deal with anything else."
"Yes," the specter answered dryly.
As they passed through the shadows in the car, he and Qin Jinhai got out and left.
Qin Jinhai felt not a shred of attachment to his identity as a member of the Qin Family.
This identity had always represented nothing but unyielding shackles and responsibilities to him.
Throughout his entire life, he had only ever wanted one identity—