Jiang Xinghai looked at the stunningly beautiful face before him, then glanced in the direction Miss Feng had fled. "And you?" he asked.
Zhu Yan smiled faintly. "That woman's personality changes too quickly. I can't figure her out."
"Yeah. That's exactly why I'm hesitating about whether to trust her," Jiang Xinghai said, frowning slightly.
"If we go after her now, we can still kill her."
Zhu Yan glanced at Miss Feng's wretched, retreating figure. "Or, you could make her your servant."
"I checked just now. She's already someone else's servant." Of course, Jiang Xinghai had had the same thought.
'As expected, Miss Feng's master had to be Mr. Long!'
"So, you're just going to let her leave like that?" Zhu Yan tightened her grip on Jiang Xinghai's arm.
"If I don't let her go, there'll be no one to deliver my message to Mr. Long."
Jiang Xinghai felt rather helpless, but he wasn't worried about Miss Feng breaking her promise.
