Xu Qingmu's face was filled with anger and ferocity as he grabbed the woman's slender neck and pulled her in front of him.
If there were any outsiders in the room at this moment, they would have been unable to resist exclaiming in shock after seeing the woman's face.
Upon closer inspection, one would find the woman's features bore a startling resemblance to Ji Pianran, with around fifty to sixty percent similarity.
When Xu Qingmu saw that face, the one he had been obsessing over to the point of near madness,
rage, resentment, obsession, and greed interweaved on his face incessantly.
He extended his hand to gently caress the beautiful face of the woman before him, so similar to Ji Pianran's.
In that instant, he almost shed all the brutality and iciness that had clung to him just before.
His eyes, sharp and narrow like a hawk's, now bore an undeniable sadness as he muttered subconsciously,
