When Liu Bingyue saw that familiar handsome face on the computer screen, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she fell silent.
The air suddenly turned quiet.
Fang Ruoxue looked nervous, holding the tablet cautiously and dared not move, she called softly, "Priestess..."
Liu Bingyue snapped back to reality, staring at her and asked lightly, "Why kill him?"
"This... for some personal reasons."
Liu Bingyue's eyes grew sharp, "Tell me about it."
Fang Ruoxue, feeling helpless, had no choice but to roughly explain the cause of the matter to Liu Bingyue.
After listening, Liu Bingyue couldn't help but laugh, "Really ungrateful, the man saved your husband, yet you want to kill him."
She continued, "But this little bastard indeed deserves to die."
Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue showed a bitter smile, wanting to speak but stopping.
Liu Bingyue stared at her, "I'm just surprised he could actually heal Zhou Yao."
Fang Ruoxue said, "I'm surprised too."
