Killing Lin Qingyun could be said to have resolved one of Xiao Jiu's concerns.
However, although Lin Qingyun was dead, Xiao Jiu did not appear particularly excited or happy, instead, he seemed very depressed.
This atmosphere of gloom completely enveloped the carriage.
Regarding this, Ye Xunhuan completely understood, after all, Lin Qingyun had always been the person Xiao Jiu dreamt of killing with his own hands.
Now that his great revenge had been avenged, there was certainly a sense of loss in his heart, and thoughts of his fiancée Weiwei must be echoing in his mind!
Ye Xunhuan did not say anything out loud, knowing that at this time, Xiao Jiu needed quiet.
Therefore, he did not disturb him, but let Xiao Jiu sit in the passenger seat, staring blankly into space.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Xiao Jiu slowly spoke, breaking the stifling atmosphere in the carriage, but Xiao Jiu's slightly hoarse voice carried a strain of unusual oppression.
