Wright felt as if he had punched cotton. He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with coldness.
Although he couldn't kill Qiao Nian now, he could get someone to do it secretly. When that happened, Qiao Nian would eventually die without a burial ground.
Wright's eyes were dark, like an abyss. His smile did not reach his eyes. "You're welcome."
Wright's gaze moved away from Qiao Nian's face. He looked at Lina, who was nestled in Chen Qing's arms. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Since Princess Lina isn't feeling well, I'll visit you another day. I'll give you a gift then."
When Lina heard the word "gift", her expression changed and she shivered.
Wright smiled coldly and looked at his assistant. "Let's go!"
"Wait," Qiao Nian called out.
At this moment, Wright's back was facing Qiao Nian, and his eyes were filled with hatred. He was already unhappy today, but Qiao Nian had challenged him again and again.
