"Master! I want to kill Qin Hao!"
Zhao Wuji spoke with a cold face, not hiding the murderous intent in his heart.
Zhao Heisha's tone was indifferent: "You can, but you might not be able to beat him."
Zhao Heisha didn't attend the Qian Family banquet yesterday.
But from various fragments of hearsay, he understood that this young man Qin Hao was quite incredible.
"Sometimes, killing doesn't rely on martial arts."
Zhao Wuji squeezed out the words from his throat, not disguising his resentment towards Qin Hao.
He took my woman, slapped my face, you must die!
"I will support you."
Zhao Heisha said coldly, patting Zhao Wuji on the shoulder before slowly disappearing from the playground.
...
The sun was shining brightly.
The birds chirped.
When Qin Hao woke up, he saw the busy scene in the office.
Zhao Mengke was typing at the desk, her eyes fixed, with her chest held high, looking very much like an intellectual beauty.
