Liancheng. [The City of Brisk}

In the stillness of the night, there was no breeze.

Qiao Qing went to study in the evening, and it wasn't done until ten o'clock at night.

She walked out of a lieutenant colonel's gate while holding the backpack in one hand and casually placing it on one leg.

A quiet tree-lined path leads past a series of scented barbecue stalls.

For a long time, the street lights had fallen into disrepair, and only a pale light remained.

The ambient silence is deafening, and the sound of footsteps is particularly audible.

Qiao Qing abruptly came to a halt as she walked.

Her foot unexpectedly hardened and was stopped by something as she tried to find out what was going on.

Qiao Qing looked down in the dim light, a pale hand closely gripping her ankle, the hand stained with blood.

It's no surprise that it's wet and sticky, Qiao Qing reasoned.

She faced an alluring face that turned all sentient beings upside down as she lifted her head and looked down his shoulder.

As Qiao Qing glanced up at Jun Yexuan, who was lying on the ground, she looked down.

"Help me," his thin lips opened lightly, his voice filled with pain.

Qiao Qing's face was expressionless, and her words were cold "I never start a company that loses money. Give me a justification why I should save you."

Jun Yexuan's breathing was being suffocated. He didn't seem to expect a girl to be so cold , but some people admired people like him.

So forget about the lure of money, "one hundred million."

Qiao Qing did not say anything or do anything after his voice dropped.

Jun Yexuan pondered, "Is she too young?"

Consider this: how can his life be valued at just $100 million?

He was about to raise the price when he heard Qiao Qing's cold voice over his head say, "I am not short of money."

Jun Yexuan was stunned and sighed that such a human existed in Liangcheng, and he was fascinated for a moment.

His chest wound was still bleeding, and his life was in danger at any moment, but his expression was relaxed and light.

"How about I pay you with my own body?" he said with a wicked grin at the edges of his mouth.

Qiao Qing's expression was stiff after hearing this, and she seemed to have run out of patience.

"Not at all."

Qiao Qing raised her foot to break free from his restraint after leaving such a sentence, and left without nostalgia.

"....." Jun Yexuan.

He thought his heart was cold and ruthless, but he wasn't expecting to encounter someone less than himself.

Is he going to pass away here today? Jun Yexuan made a mockery of himself.

Simultaneously, the obsession that emerges, if he survives, he must find this cold-blooded girl again.

When his consciousness was fading, he was picked up by a pair of delicate and boneless hands from a distance.

Jun Yexuan's lips rolled up in joy as he looked at Qiao Qing, who had gone back and forth, and he passed out in her arms with peace of mind.

Qiao Qing sighed, threw his head away with one hand, and put him on the other as she walked forward.

Qiao Qing came to a halt not long after returning.

After a few stirs of the eardrum, five figures in black came out from all sides to form a blockade in front of them, each with a murderous air.

With a headache, Qiao Qing reflected on how she had really saved the day.

"Hey, put that person down or I will hold you alive," said Peng Yue, the head man in black, to Qiao Qing.

After hearing the words, Qiao Qing sighed and pointedly asked Jun Yexuan, "Your target this time is him?"

"This has nothing to do with you," says Peng Yue.

"This guy is in my hands, so it's really not up to you," Qiao Qing said, shaking her head.

Peng Yue seemed to have overheard a joke and sneered, "There is no one in this world that we wish to destroy but cannot kill!"

"Coincidentally, there is no one in this world who I want to save but can't!" Qiao Qing blew a strand of hair in front of her brow.