"Master Wu, are we just going to leave Miss Xian'er here like this?" the driver asked in confusion from inside the car.
"What else could we do?" Zhao Xiongwu snorted, his face livid. "I have no idea what kind of potion that Lin brat fed Xian'er to make her hang on his every word."
"Sigh. Miss Xian'er is just young, that's why she was deceived by that brat. I'm sure in a few years, when she's more mature, she'll come to her senses."
"I can't wait that long." Zhao Xiongwu's expression turned cold. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he said viciously, "Old He, send some men to tail that brat. If you find him daring to try anything improper with Xian'er, then... kill him!!!"
He would never allow the young lady of the Lan Family, the daughter of his old friend, to be sullied by such scum.
"Yes, sir!" Old He readily agreed.
But just then, Zhao Xiongwu's phone suddenly rang!
