"You little monster, always the same, not only wanting to kill but also to torment the soul," Leng Qianqian said, not at all disgusted by this.
Besides, the target was Chen Wei, how could she possibly dislike it?
At this moment in the Qian Family residence.
Qian Mingyuan had just finished washing up and came to the dining room for breakfast, when he couldn't help complaining about Jiang Hun's efficiency, "How come there's still no news after all this time? Could it be that he, too, has failed?"
Until Chen Wei and Su Yumei were dealt with, there would always be a thorn in Qian Mingyuan's side. He could eat, but it was like chewing wax, unable to taste anything, a purely perfunctory act.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
His phone, lying nearby, suddenly vibrated lightly and shifted.
Qian Mingyuan saw it, immediately put down his knife and fork, and picked up the phone.
Seeing that the message was from an unknown number, not Jiang Hun, Qian Mingyuan's expression turned even uglier.
