Listening to Aming's wild laughter, Zhan Tingzhi struggled to suppress the urge to strangle him.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands and forehead, his eyes sharp and deep, with an undercurrent of cold light.
Jing Xuan looked at Aming grimly: "I won't give you another chance to kill Tang Huai!"
Aming's arrogant voice came to an abrupt stop upon hearing this.
He glared at Jing Xuan fiercely: "What did I do wrong? At most, it's attempted murder, not deserving death. Tang Huai is different. Her biological parents are both murderers, one a demon guilty of ten crimes, the other a harlot avenging grievances by murdering my parents to give birth to a bastard. Debts of the father are paid by the child; Li Qinyuan and Tian Xixuan are dead, so naturally, that bastard must repay their debts!"
