"Did they bring those people, Mani?" Li Congjing asked blandly, devoid of any emotion in her tone.
She didn't want her subordinates to feel like she was too familiar with them, even if Joseph was no longer alive, even if his death had something to do with her.
"They brought them, ma'am." Qiao answered respectfully, kneeling on one knee without the courage to even glance up at her.
This was the first time Flying Eagle and others had seen Li Congjing's true face—the woman whom Joseph had supposedly loved deeply.
Unlike her previous masked appearance, she seemed more like a naive porcelain doll, exuding an aura of innocence. However, this innocence wasn't ignorance but a carefully crafted camouflage for protection.
Under Joseph's shelter, she chose this seemingly carefree lifestyle.
But when madness, innocence, and sorrow intertwined in one person, even the always carefree Wild Ox couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.
