Mr. Wen's words made the henchman's face tighten sharply, knowing it was true.
After all, he was the one driving the car today, that feeling of escaping the jaws of death...
Pausing, the henchman, sweating and horrified, asked, "So what do we do now?"
Mr. Wen inhaled another puff of smoke, his face alternately dim and bright in the swirling smoke, tinged with cruelty, "Call He Xiaoqi, let her take action herself…"
…
Receiving the call.
He Xiaoqi was at He's Villa, having evening tea with a few sisters.
Her brother's ruthless methods had made those who used to discuss her fall utterly silent.
They now went back to fawning over her as before.
With her exalted status as the young lady, surrounded by people saying, "Our generation plays for thrills, you and Mr. Wen have been lovebirds for years, what's done is done, just enjoy it. Who in this generation can't handle this affair?"
He Xiaoqi slowly, contemptuously, and proudly sipped her tea and smiled.
