The man in black stood up with a frigid gaze fixated on the woman before him.
"Seventh Sister, what do you mean by this?" the Eighth Prince asked coldly.
"You can't kill him," Ah Shi said indifferently.
"Can't kill him? Why not? Because you've fallen for him, right?" the Eighth Prince asked icily.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Not killing him is Father's decision. I'm merely reminding you," Ah Shi said, looking at the receding taxi with a detached air.
"Humph, in T Country, you had countless opportunities to avenge Xiao Jiu, but what did you do? You were all lovey-dovey with him. I can tell you, his life will be mine sooner or later," said the Eighth Prince as he put away his gun and turned to leave.
And a hint of ice also flickered across Ah Shi's eyes.
In a villa in Zhonghai, an old man wore a trace of coldness on his face.
