"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."
Li Xiang crouched down, picking up Shengjiao, not caring at all that her blood stained his clothes red.
Shengjiao died because of him, how could Li Xiang possibly let her lie in a desolate wilderness?
In the park, there are people who specialize in handling such matters; for a sum of money, they can dispose of the body harmlessly.
Either bury it in a small ditch, burn it with some oil, or at worst, throw it in the sea to feed the fish.
In short, as long as you think outside the box, there are always more solutions than problems.
But Li Xiang did not want to hand Shengjiao over to those people. He had promised to take her back to the country, so he would do it.
Just as Li Xiang was about to leave, Manager Wu returned and blocked his way.
"Manager Wu, is there something you need?"
