"There's nothing good to discuss between us," said the person who had been about to handle their clothing before turning to leave. They, the granddaughter and grandfather, had long since fallen out with Huazhong, and it was impossible for them to sit down and talk things over calmly at this point.
Since the last incident, the old man had secretly harbored the intention of dealing with Jiang Muwan.
But this intention had not yet been revealed.
As they turned around, they saw a man wearing a duckbill cap standing at the door, looking at him with a fierce and evil glare.
Jiang Muwan, seeing the old man in front of her about to turn around and leave, let out a light laugh, then tugged at the corner of her mouth, and cold, merciless words spilled from her throat, sharp as knives, one by one, striking the old man's heart.
