The scar-faced man, Ah Chuan, looked at Ah Juan. He was clearly flustered. He lowered his voice and said, “Ah Juan, you were the one who told us to come here. You said that we only needed to capture Xuan Yingluo’s son, Little Seven. Now that we have captured him, how are we going to retreat? Is there an inescapable net waiting for us outside?”
Xuan Yingluo was the eldest daughter of the Xuan family and also Princess Bei. Her presence quickly shocked everyone and made them not to be underestimated.
Only then did they realize who they had offended. Of course, they held grudges against Ah Juan.
Ah Juan looked coldly at ah chuan and scolded, “You Useless Thing. What are you afraid of? Things have come to a head. If worst comes to worst, we’ll all die together.”
Ah Juan’s eyes were filled with anger and hatred. She was not afraid of death, but she wanted Xuan Yingluo and her bastard son to be buried with her.
Anyway, she had no tomorrow, so let’s all sink together!
