Xiang Xiran poured a glass of red wine, took a leisurely sip, "Indeed, but my life is valuable in my eyes, not in yours, right?"
Qin Huan, "At least you have some self-awareness."
Xiang Xiran snorted, "No matter how valuable my life is, I wouldn't foolishly come to you and wait for you to set a trap for me to fall into."
Qin Huan laughed lightly, "You will jump, you know how painful it can be when it acts up."
Xiang Xiran's face changed, she hung up the phone directly.
Indeed, there was no antidote, but would Qin Huan let her go?
She would rather die standing than live kneeling!
...
Qin Huan held the phone and looked at the old man, "Grandpa, have you tracked the location?"
The old man nodded, "Yes, but she's in the consulate."
Listening to this, Qin Huan thought, so there's no way?
After a moment, she sent a text to Xiang Xiran, "Yunshang, Box No. 2, whether you die or want to live is up to you."
