Seeing Zhou Qianmo completely dead.
Xu Lingjun gently exhaled, feeling as if a great mountain pressing on his heart had finally been shattered by him.
There was no other way.
Though this old man was aged, his ability to act was truly strong, tirelessly causing trouble for him without rest.
It's good that he's dead; a dead enemy is truly a respectable and amiable enemy.
Just like now, Xu Lingjun looked at Zhou Qianmo's corpse, which was clutching his grandson's remains, finally having the leisure to ponder. Though this old man was narrow-minded, he indeed was an excellent grandfather.
Just for the death of a grandson, he was willing to give up all his wealth and glory, sparing no effort to make things difficult for himself.
He turned to look at Han Qingxue and asked, "Why are you here?"
Xu Lingjun looked at Han Qingxue.
"It's about Zhu Qing."
