Chen Che stroked An Nishang's snow-white cheek and said, "I'm a vengeful person. If I dare to take revenge on you, let alone that bastard Zhou Shaoyang..."
Chen Che's method of revenge was something An Nishang knew all too well. Her red lips couldn't help but curl into a slight arc as she said, "Go on."
"From the moment Zhou Shaoyang was captured, it was all part of my plan.
The information about Zhou Shaoyang was leaked by me, and the information about my connection to the Apocalypse Society was also leaked by me.
That guy Luo Qingtian is practically a paranoid maniac.
If he targets me, he won't rest until he's taken a piece of my flesh.
For someone like that, it's better to use someone else's knife to stab him twice than to use my own."
Chen Che rested his chin on An Nishang's shoulder, inhaling the unique fragrance carried in her hair, while his hand gently stroked her flat, tender abdomen, and continued:
