"Son of a bitch! You ruined my foundation in Jinling City, and now you're forcing me to leave Jiangnan Province!"
Clenching her fists, Pang Feiyan looked out the window and muttered under her breath, "Just wait, one day, I, Pang Feiyan, will make sure you pay a bloody price!"
Although she had sold Han Yu's wife, Lin Qingya, to Bai Huairen and had taken some revenge, the thought of her loyal subordinate Chen Jiu dying for her and having to flee like a stray dog weighed heavily on her heart.
Sun, sitting in the passenger seat, noticed the ferocity in Pang Feiyan's expression and knew she was still brooding over what had happened at the hotel. He tried to comfort her, "Yan, Mang just called me. He told you to enjoy your vacation and not to worry too much. He'll handle everything here."
