Han Qi's face finally showed cracks, the playful smile gradually fading, stiffening at the corners of his mouth and the corners of his eyes.
He looked at Bo Yanching with a gloomy expression.
The man, with his head bowed, calmly smoked. His hands were long and handsome, especially when he flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, his aura effortlessly crushing.
"You don't care about the company or your family, I have no intention of touching them, but you care about Han Yuan. If Han Yuan is gone, you, Han Qi, will truly be left alone for the rest of your life."
Han Qi forced himself to stay calm, "That's not possible, I still have my descendants."
"You can have them with anyone, as an elder, I will surely send a wedding gift."
Han Qi: "What if I have them with Nan Jiaojiao?"
Bo Yanching let out a cold laugh, "You try."
Han Qi suddenly felt chill in his hands and feet.
