Hua Qingyin left these words behind and finally turned and walked away.
Long Ziheng's dark eyes were as calm as the sea, and Xu Ran turned his head to watch Hua Qingyin's receding figure. After a moment, his lips curled into a sneer of disdain.
Could he possibly not understand Hua Qingyin, this hypocritical woman?
Perhaps, in the end, he, Long Ziheng, would be nothing more than a stepping stone for her—Hua Qingyin.
She had always been like this, desiring to possess whatever she liked, whether it be a person or an object.
Of course, this woman did have some strategies up her sleeve.
Otherwise, Bai Xiexie's uprising would not have been suppressed so quickly by her.
Wen Li had already been found by her, and whatever deal the two of them had made, he was not interested in knowing, but he was certain that Long Chengyu's attempt to use this to keep the woman down was probably impossible now.
