Jing Yiran's eyes flashed for a second before he covered his expression.. Then he crossed his legs and said in a nonchalant tone, "Do as you wish. She is not my woman and I don't care whether she is alive or dead. I can lend you a knife to kill her, but you must also lend me one to kill the man I want dead."
"I am assured to hear what you have said. Maybe we can work together." Shangguan Rouxue massaged her slightly plump belly, not with motherly affection but with conspiracy on her mind.
She didn't trust Jing Yiran. But he was the only one who could be used at the moment. This man was a double-edged sword who had no morality and who would do as he wished. But this man could become the sharpest weapon if she could use him well. Shangguan Ning was definitely going to die.
Shangguan Ning had made her lose everything, even her mother. She was going to avenge her.
But she didn't want her to die easily.
