Hearing this, the woman standing in front of him, entirely like a changed person, tugged a sharp, mocking smile at the corner of her mouth: "What? Are you still worried that I might kill him?"
"..."
Old Master Ou said nothing, but the flush on his face and his eyes filled with anger as he stared at her confirmed her words.
Indeed, he was worried about his son's safety, which is why he personally came here. Otherwise, why would he need to intervene himself?
He stared at this woman, ...
A fiery red trench coat, black slacks, a head of thick black hair, and still delicate features.
This young girl, from her appearance, seemed no different from two days ago, except for one slight change: her eyes no longer held innocence or purity. Instead, they were as sharp and cold as blades, filled with a hatred more terrifying than spirits!
Yes, this woman was completely not the same young girl as before!
