The winters in Ning City are exceptionally cold, and Jonah, having lost both legs, finds this weather a form of torture.
Though he has prosthetic limbs now, he can't stand for long periods.
He wheeled himself in, seeing Qin Zi smiling in front of the mirror.
He noticed her strange smile, and couldn't help but feel a chill run through his bones.
Because it was as if he was staring at a devil crawling out of hell.
He coughed lightly, "Madam, is there a plan already? How did things progress today?"
Qin Zi turned around and glanced at Jonah.
To her, Jonah held little value anymore.
Jonah's life or death was of no concern to her.
However, she could make his death worthwhile.
In his current state, without dragon's blood, he probably wouldn't last long, and even living would be a fate worse than death.
"This matter can't be rushed, follow my lead. I hate the Zhuo Family more than you do."
