When Qiao Nian heard Wright's words, she couldn't help but laugh. Her beautiful fox-like eyes were tinged with brightness, and her lips curved up slightly. "Wright, is she really an ordinary woman?"
When Wright heard Qiao Nian's words, his expression didn't change. He said calmly, "Of course!"
"Do you really think I don't know her identity?" As she spoke, Qiao Nian pressed her dagger hard against the woman's neck. Soon, a trace of blood appeared.
When Wright saw this, his expression changed slightly. He tried hard to remain calm and hurriedly said, "She's just one of my father's toys. My father has many toys."
