Su Qi kept staring at Mo Xiuhan's face, but on that face covered in scars, it remained unnervingly calm.,This person, once hated to the extreme, but how have they treated him over these past eight years And how has he treated them in return...,Only at the doorway, stood a handsomely dressed man with one hand holding a silver-gray pistol. He looked over, offering a slight smile that was chillingly serene.。