Zhang Sui's eyes glinted with malice and excitement as he stared at the beautiful ghost before him. His heart was flickering between whether he should kill this ghost or whether he should take her for himself.
In his life, he had met thousands of ghosts but never did one arouse his interest so much as she did. She was unlike any he had seen, and he had a knack for collecting the extraordinary, everything unique. Now, he craved to possess this stunning little ghost.
"How about we strike a deal, little ghost?" he suggested, idly twirling a ring on his finger.
Tang Zhixi narrowed her eyes, catching the hint of amusement and dark curiosity in his gaze. "I asked you a question first," she shot back. "Answer that, and then we can talk."
Zhang Sui chuckled. "Alright, what was your question?"
"Who sent you to confront me and harm Pei Xingcheng?" she demanded, her fists clenched in anger.
"I can't tell you that," he replied with a casual shrug.
