"Xiao Lan!"
"Sooner or later, she will be mine, Duan Zhengming's!"
Duan Zhengming pursed his lips, flipping through Xu Ning's miserable life while formulating strategies to win over Xiao Lan.
The harder the woman was to conquer, the greater Duan Zhengming's interest.
Flipping and thinking.
Thinking and flipping.
"Hmm?"
Duan Zhengming's hand suddenly paused, flipping back through Xu Ning's profile. His brows furrowed tightly—
"Not seen for half a year."
"Could Xu Ning have died at home?"
"Eh?"
"Huang Quan has also been absent from Golden Spear Talisman Making Workshop for half a year."
Puzzled, Duan Zhengming frowned and called someone over to command, "Check whether Xu Ning is dead or alive. Also, find out why Huang Quan hasn't visited Golden Spear Talisman Making Workshop in the past six months."
Once the orders were given.
