Nian lie's dark eyes were deep, and his coldness filled the car.
"Yes."
"Should we reel in the net now?" Lu Zhui asked after much consideration.
That woman's intention to get close to the young master was not pure, and he had finally caught her.
As long as they copied the recording and brought it to her, it would be the same as giving her a death sentence.
To his surprise, Nian lie denied his question.
"Why?"
The young Madam had already misunderstood to this extent. If she didn't make it clear now, there would be no need to clarify later.
Nian lie didn't answer his question.
"Wait a little longer," he said with a cold face.
Lu Zhui stopped asking.
The car was as quiet as ever.
Nian lie sat there stiffly, the wound on his back throbbing in pain.
However, no matter how deep the pain was, it could not compare to the slap on his right cheek.
Nian lie knew that she had used all her strength.
He must be extremely sad.
