"Who is that person?" Qiu Qianghai's voice was icy cold, seemingly laced with shards of ice, and his tone was filled with unabashed murderous intent.
Gu Jiajie turned back, looking at the elegant man sitting on the sofa. Despite his pallid complexion and frail body, his noble demeanor was still hard to conceal.
He was a child of heaven, born into a family of scholars, and now he possessed the bloodline of the Imperial Family.
The larger the family, the more cautiously they consider things.
Gu Jiajie thought Brother Hai might make some concessions, but seeing the sinister look in his eyes and the killing intent rising around him, he realized he might have been wrong.
"The other party is already dead."
How could he let such a man live?
Back then, his younger sister was so young, bullied by that beast, allowing that person to live would only make Minmin suffer.
"What a pity."
Qiu Qianghai's face was sinister and bloodthirsty, with regret in his voice.
