"Of course, you would find it inconceivable, because you don't understand this line of work at all. That's why I say, her following you is truly a waste. Do you know what kind of person she is in our Antique Circle? She's a pearl, a rare treasure. Ou Mucen, what virtues or abilities do you have to make her follow you?"
As he spoke, his expression darkened, and at the same time, the cigarette he had in his hand was also fiercely extinguished in his palm.
That scorching, fiery-red cigarette butt, he just crushed it in his flesh without even a furrow in his brow—there was only the intense stare of his resentment and reluctance.
Ou Mucen watched this scene, his eyes flickering slightly. Finally, he slowly brought back his hand that had been numb for quite some time.
Supernatural eyes!
Indeed, in this world, to possess such a pair of eyes was already an anomaly, let alone the fact that she could see through any jade with a single glance.
