Xiao Zheng did not even lift his eyes at this moment, still fiddling with the toy in his hand, his expression indifferent, his gaze calm, and his steady breathing revealed none of the dark ocean of turmoil in his heart.
He had not waited in vain; at least when Bei Daohai appeared on this road, Xiao Zheng had already sentenced him to death in his heart.
He sighed softly, slowly lifted his head, and looked at Bei Daohai, who was panting heavily, yet still wore a gloating expression.
Beidao Guang was gasping for breath, but there was a touch of sarcasm on his face. He had already learned of the family matters through cryptic messages, but the fact of the house being ransacked did not bring much dismay, only some regret.
As long as he remained alive, those broken pieces could be rebuilt! Even if Beidao Guang was erased from Huaxia, as long as he wasn't dead, everything wasn't over!
Moreover, the gifts he left behind would surely surprise those who thought they had the upper hand!
