Any scenario is possible.
Setting the teacup back on the tray, Nanfu coughed lightly, his voice carrying a hint of endless sentimentality as he spoke.
"I never thought the Dragon family would actually yield."
Vivian curled her lips into a sneer, her expression arrogant as she retorted.
"What did you think?"
Nanfu shrugged slightly.
"I just feel... given their resources, there are plenty of ways to make someone disappear, right? Just like in the dramas—"
Before Nanfu could finish his sentence, a surge of overwhelming killing intent descended upon him, chilling him to the bone and making him shiver uncontrollably.
"They wouldn't dare!"
Seeing the murderous look on his sister's face, Nanfu quickly leaned back, waving his hands nervously. His small, frail figure almost toppled off his chair.
But it seemed it was already too late—
