Ning Sheng heard Lu He's words and did not speak again.
She knew nothing about Lu Chuyao and the people around him.
However, she could understand, or rather, she could understand, how many achievements and fame others did not know were hidden under the surface.
"Miss Ning Sheng, those three people?" Lu He asked.
"He's a hired thug that I hired."
They were just hired thugs who didn't spend money.
Lu Qi reported everything that Ning Sheng had suffered and his final counterattack to Lu Chuyao, who was fighting at the front line. When he received the news, it was already dawn.
His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. His originally handsome face had become especially scary at this moment, with a faint murderous aura. He took out a cigarette from his pocket. It had long been soaked in blood. He found a better one, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it.
"Wolf, they won't launch a third attack."
