Jing Anjun subconsciously glanced at Mu Yunchu's feet.
There's a shadow!
She's not dead!
He was actually deceived by those two damn assassins.
Damn it!
He wasn't a fool, quickly realizing what had happened.
However, Jing Anjun also knew very well that now wasn't the time to dwell on these matters.
What if Mu Yunchu is alive?
Back then, hiring someone to kill her was just to vent his anger.
Even if she's alive, all she can do is watch helplessly as the shop she desperately tried to protect falls into his hands.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but place his hands on his hips and sneer, mocking, "What, did you deliberately wait here today to see how I take this shop from your hands?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's the sad part about being a poor person with no money."
"Can't even hold onto the only wealth in your hand."
Jing Anjun snorted coldly, "So from the beginning, when I wanted to buy this house from you, you should have obediently sold it."
