Di Meng stared at Di Xuan's phantom body as it completely dissipated, her face pale with anger.
"What on earth was great-grandfather thinking?"
Di Meng clenched her fists tightly, staring daggers at Chen Feng.
"Don't look at me, you don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either, which is perfect, we can cooperate to handle this matter well," Chen Feng said.
"How do we cooperate?"
Di Meng fixed her gaze on Chen Feng.
"It's simple, if you let me go, then we won't end up getting married," Chen Feng said.
"Dream on," Di Meng replied. "If I let you go, my great-grandfather will kill me."
"No, he won't, you're still his blood relative, he wouldn't kill you."
"He would," Di Meng gritted her teeth. "Just last month, my cousin was killed by great-grandfather."
"That..."
Chen Feng was shocked.
Di Xuan was actually so ruthless as to kill even his own flesh and blood?
Then, as an outsider, wouldn't Di Xuan be even less hesitant to kill him?
