"Wouldn't it be too easy for her to die so casually?" Tuo's lips curved in a cruel arc, "The disfigurement is just the beginning."
Su Wanqing didn't say anything more, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. Although she had only been in the Andrew family's castle for a month, that woman had already caused her troubles behind her back no less than a hundred times.
"Leave this girl with me for now. If you have time, come and see her more often." Su Wanqing put down the coffee cup and said with a smile, "Don't worry about Xichen, leave it to me."
"You called him - Xi Chen?" Tuo curled his lips suspiciously, seeming a little unhappy, "Didn't you call him Mr. Luo before?"
Su Wanqing's expression froze and she looked a little unnatural.
"Why don't you speak?"
"This evening, he took me to the underground colosseum at Andrew's house, and then we had a match with the boxing champion there, and he won." Su Wanqing's voice was a little confused.
Tuo's voice was a little sour: "He won. You think he is very majestic and you fall in love with him?"
"That's not it." As she said that, Su Wanqing took the bag from the table and started rummaging through it.
"That's not what it is. What's so great about beating a boxing champion? I can also win." Tuoman muttered unhappily.
"The key is that after Xichen won, he got something and gave it to me." Su Wanqing took out a platinum pink diamond cross pendant with a happy face, pulled the chain, and hung it in mid-air.
"Does it look good?"
Tuo's eyes were also attracted by the pendant, but only for a moment.
"It's just a piece of jewelry. I can give you something better." Someone snorted rather disdainfully.
"That's not the problem." Su Wanqing's eyes suddenly softened as she looked at the platinum pink diamond cross pendant. "I always feel that this thing seems to be mine. What happened in the underground arena this evening,
It seems like it happened a long time ago."
Tuo's eyes became confused: "I don't quite understand."
At this moment, in a huge room in this old castle, countless heads gathered in darkness, and standing at the top was Luo Xichen, who looked disheveled. He seemed quite unhappy.
"Didn't I tell you? After I win, when I stand next to Wan Qing, are you going to shout 'Baciare' in unison?" Luo Xichen darkened his face and scolded him coldly, "Why is my voice so thin?"
, not high-spirited at all, no atmosphere at all? Haven’t you all eaten?"
The heads of the black people lowered their heads in unison, and the person in charge of the underground arena was sweating coldly and said in a hoarse voice: "Leader, my subordinates are not doing things well, and they know their mistakes."
Luo Xichen snorted coldly, his eyes fell on the old boxing champion who was already in his forties, and said sternly: "Why did your skills suddenly become so bad? They are so different from those ten years ago. It caused me to fight."
There’s no passion at all, it’s boring, and it’s not interesting at all!”
The old boxing champion, who was covered in injuries and had bandages in many places, looked at Luo Xichen with a sad face and said: "Master Leader, I have been retired for eight years, and you force me to come out to accompany you.
There's nothing I can do about a fight, you're going to kill me."