Wen Changling faced her with an air of righteous indignation, "To bestow favors without expecting repayment."
Jiang Chengxue laughed.
If there's no repayment, then there's no repayment.
"What do you plan to do with that old lady?"
Disposal. His choice of words was very direct and bold, one could say he showed no regard for the law.
Wen Changling's face bore a calm and obedient expression, "Disposing of those who have erred isn't my responsibility, that's a matter for the police."
"Don't you distrust the police?" His facial structure more closely resembled that of a Westerner, with a slightly sunken eye socket giving him a profound gaze as if he could see into people's hearts and through everything. He looked at Wen Changling and said slowly, "You don't trust the police, which is why you once sought vengeance with gasoline."
It was true, he didn't trust them.
But Wen Changling wasn't foolish; she would weigh her options.
