Mo Haoxuan looked at his incessantly flashing phone, a sinister smile creeping onto his face as he answered the call, "Baby, what made you think to call me? Have you had a change of heart?"
Jing Zhimei's expression was gloomy and unattractive, her grip tightening on the phone, "Yeah, Mo Haoxuan, I need you to help me kill someone."
Although she had founded the Divine Doctor Sect, it was filled with useless individuals, only skilled in medicine; there were very few people she could actually use.
To kill Qin Qin, she could only turn to Mo Haoxuan, a man not as simple as he appeared on the surface, with profound schemes, surely able to find a satisfactory person to kill Qin Qin.
"Who do you want to kill? Mo Yunchen or maybe it's Qin Qin? Let me guess, I'm afraid the person you want to kill now is the woman who's been blocking your way—Qin Qin."
