"Uncle, I understand what you're getting at. You can stop there," Yu Jingrong interrupted him.
Once, Li Chengyun had said to her, "Slowly consume them and let them struggle to their deaths. It's more satisfying than an outright kill."
She had chastised him then, wide-eyed, "You're sick! Why do you enjoy watching others suffer halfway between life and death!"
He had merely laughed at that, gently stroking her hair. "I'm not a good person, especially when it comes to business. If you're not cruel, your position is unstable. But no matter what, I will never direct my cruelty towards you."
Yes, he had said that. He would never use it on her.
Lang Qingge said nothing, only looking at her with a peaceful and gentle expression.
As they were about to reach their destination, he heaved a sigh and said softly, "I won't interfere in your love life, but if you come to me like you did three years ago, I won't help you this time."
And with that, he said no more.
