Lan Zhengqing nodded with satisfaction, wearing a smile.
But his smile was a kind of warning.
In other words, if anyone dares to mention replacing Qiu Xi's position in the future, it would be seeking their own doom!
It was also another way of affirming Qiu Xi's current status.
"Good."
Lan Zhengqing reverted to his usual taciturn self, gazing at the panicked crowd, and merely uttered two words softly.
In his heart, he was still worried about Qiu Xi.
After all, Qiu Xi said she wanted to kill all the women in the cellar. That guy has always followed through on her words, if she was so determined to go, she might cause some trouble.
Oh—
Qiu Xi, that guy, is quite a troublemaker.
Lan Zhengqing didn't want to see it, after all, he didn't want to witness that bloody scene, especially when the ones being killed were women he had painstakingly found.
This is his special fetish.
