Mr. Lian looked at her departing figure, turned around, and got into the car.
The assistant started the car and left.
"Mr. Lian, is there a change in the plan? Didn't you say that she wouldn't come back?"
The assistant didn't understand. He thought that Mr. Lian would kill her, but he didn 't.
Mr. Lian reached out and pressed his forehead! The scene from that day appeared in his mind.
"You're too talkative,"
"Mr. Lian, where are we going now?"
"Let's go back,"he said.
"Yes." The assistant drove the car and did not dare to ask any more questions. He could only return to the castle.
The night was very strange. Mr. Lian stood alone in the hall. The layout of the room had not changed, but the surroundings were pitch black! Mr. Lian stood in front of the painting, the light shining on it. In the middle of the night, it looked exceptionally terrifying.
"Do you think I was wrong?"
