Hanging up the phone, Shen Qiang, with furrowed brows, sat on the bed in Wenren Meiqiao's pink boudoir, his eyes seriously surveying everything in the room.
Only the palm-sized, petite and exquisite Golden Cicada flew out, saying, "Master, do you really not want to tell Sister Wenren Meiqiao your true thoughts? She loves you dearly. If she knew you wanted to eliminate Zong Zijin to ensure their safety, I think she would help you."
Shen Qiang took a deep breath and calmly said, "I can't say. If she knows I'm going to kill Zong Zijin, then she becomes an accomplice. If she doesn't know, even if Zong Zijin is really killed, at most it would just be a lack of capability in her work."
The Golden Cicada's beautiful eyes suddenly brightened: "So you're not telling her to protect her?"
