Murong Mian rubbed her hands together and glanced at Madam Murong on the ground. After making sure that Madam Murong was still breathing, she said slowly,""But I only want this one. I don't want anything else."
He was trying his best to stall for time. He wanted to know what Ji Mianmian was up to.
Brown looked relaxed."That's fine. As long as you agree to my conditions, I promise that I won't let anyone touch her. I'll even take good care of her. Actually, I don't want to be a bad person. It'll be better if we can have a pleasant conversation."
Murong Mian looked at the sanctimonious man in front of her, her eyes filled with disdain."I have a bad habit. As long as I like someone, no one can touch him. If I touch him ... I'll take his life."
Murong Mian's voice was cold, neither too high nor too low. It sounded a little ethereal, as if there was no threat in it.
His hand in his pocket touched something hard, and he narrowed his eyes.
