Chi Jiao looked at She Qi pulling the bag containing Bai Wanxi's corpse. Her heart was in her throat. She wanted to rush over and snatch Bai Wanxi's corpse back!
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," Quan Jue whispered in her ear, afraid that she would be anxious.
Quan Jue's words seemed to have a special power that instantly relieved Chi Jiao's worries. She squeezed his hand tightly and nodded before continuing to monitor She Qi.
She Qi was at the top of the apartment building, laughing arrogantly. "Hahahaha. Chi Jiao, you can't keep Xi'er! She's mine. Your fate with her has long been severed!"
"She Qi, don't be too smug." Quan Jue stared at him from afar. His eyes were sharp, almost piercing through him.
Quan Jue's words were very soft, but She Qi heard every word, causing his heart to subconsciously tighten.
