Gu Beicheng once again raised his eyes to look at him, gaze like a torch.
"You can't decide? But she can? So, she's still alive, isn't she?"
The Seventh Young Master's gaze, apart from anger, had a hint of desperate hope.
Chi He really couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment.
The middle-aged man remained silent, and Gu Beicheng tapped his finger on the table, calming himself completely.
He pulled a cigar from inside his coat, leaned back on the sofa, and lit it.
"Name your terms."
When Gu Beicheng raised his eyes again, he truly returned to the demeanor Chi He knew.
"It will be over soon." The middle-aged man continued to sip his tea.
His words were somewhat chilling.
When Chi He thought the Seventh Young Master might erupt in anger again, he didn't see the expected outburst.
"Does she know I'm here?" Gu Beicheng's indifferent voice sounded.
"Maybe." The middle-aged man slightly curled his lips.
"I want to see her." Gu Beicheng took a deep draw on his cigar.
