"Heh..."
Bo Liang listened to the sound of Rosen hanging up the phone on the other end, his eyes turning as cold as ice.
...
An Ge listened to Bo Liang speaking Italian throughout the call, unable to resist asking, "Bo Liang... were you just speaking Italian?"
"Yes."
Seeing Bo Liang's determined expression, An Ge's beautiful eyes flickered slightly.
"Then just now... was Lin Xi's death... Rosen's doing?"
"Yes."
Bo Liang did not want to hide it from An Ge, so he gently pressed his lips together and continued, "He used Lin Xi's death as a greeting gift for us."
An Ge: "..."
An Ge angrily clenched her small hands, her nails almost digging into her palms.
An Ge's Feng Mou was filled with a mix of emotions, and she couldn't help but speak hoarsely, "How could he... do such a thing to a five-year-old child... he's so cruel."
"In his eyes... human life isn't worth much..."
