Qiao Jing lowered her head to look at her wrist, then raised it to look at the man, her clear, beautiful eyes shining with a questioning light.
Under Qiao Jing's gaze, Zhan Qipei belatedly realized what he was doing.
He withdrew his hand immediately, his eyebrows darkening with a serious expression, "It's up to you, whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with me."
They say women are fathomless like the sea, but Qiao Jing found Zhan Qipei's heart to be equally hard to figure out, fickle and as unpredictable as the weather. One moment all was well, the next, faces were turned faster than the pages of a book.
"You should go back," Qiao Jing said before turning and walking into the villa.
No sooner had Qiao Jing entered than Tang Yan promptly arrived with a group of men.
"Boss, I've brought over a dozen men, should we rush in now?" Tang Yan asked.
"She doesn't need my help, let's go back."
What?
Go back?
