He Yingdong's gone!
The tall, slender figure walked step by step into the night, carrying his black suit on his left hand, and holding a gun in his right hand.
His back was exceptionally steady.
Anthony turned his head to look at He Yingdong, his gaze vacantly distant.
This wasn't like He Yingdong's usual character.
The things he wants, he will definitely take action to seize them.
Especially his gaze before leaving, and those words he said, which imply that he might have even harsher methods later on.
"Anthony, get up, sit on the sofa, I'll help you apply some ointment!"
Li Jiaqi squatted down and reached out to pull Anthony.
Anthony shook his head, smiling slightly bitterly.
When he stood up, he reached out to hug her.
Held her tightly in his arms.
"Qiqi, let's get married, let's get married immediately, okay?"
Her voice choked, and she nodded after a long while.
Moments later.
