A trace of mockery flashed across Qiao Nian's dark eyes, and her voice turned cold. "He thinks that Ji Wusun's blood flows in my veins. Since Ji Wusun is dead, he can only take revenge on me."
Whether it was Nie Qingru or Di Xicheng, they were both ridiculous.
They couldn't even find their enemies. They could only find a substitute to hate and take revenge on in their own way.
"As for why he's after Nie Qingru… It's most likely related to the fire that burned the Di family back then."
Qiao Nian had already analyzed what Di Xicheng wanted to do.
"He wants to sit this one out and reap the spoils later! He wants to watch me and Nie Qingru fight to the death before he comes out to take the benefits…"
Ye Wangchuan looked into her eyes. "What about you?"
"What?"
Qiao Nian was in a terrible mood. She raised her head, revealing her beautiful and tense face under her baseball cap. Her eyes were dark and emotionless.
