This little creature, with her low-level scheming not catching my eye, was quite a formidable accountant.
If I didn't let her search, she really wouldn't take the initiative to search.
Being too obedient was quite unlikable, Xu Jingxi slowly took a drag of his cigarette, his arm casually resting on the car window, indifferent to her grievances, no longer coddling her.
The door opened, and the white bodyguard sat back in the driver's seat and started the car.
"Mr. Xu, it's been taken care of."
Hearing the noise, Leh Ying turned around, looking towards the white driver, whose fingers bore traces of blood that he hadn't cleaned off thoroughly, and then he put on a pair of white gloves to cover it before his hands securely grasped the steering wheel again.
As if nothing had happened, yet a strong smell of blood filled the car, impossible to hide.
Leh Ying sat there stunned, her gaze involuntarily resting on the white gloves of the white man, unable to focus on anything else.
