In a private room on the second floor, a young man was slowly sipping tea and looking into the distance. When he saw Jing Ziqiu come in, an evil smile appeared on his face.
"Young master, it's all done," Jing Ziqiu respectfully said to the young man.
The habitual evil smile on the young man's face always made him feel gloomy and extremely uncomfortable. At the same time, he also felt a trace of inexplicable fear.
"Very good," he said. The young man said indifferently.
"Young master, I don't quite understand. If we want to deal with Ling Chuxi, we can just do it ourselves. Why go through so much trouble?" Jing Ziqiu asked, puzzled.
