Qin Xin glanced at him and said blandly, "How to deal with her? Like how Yao Dazhuang was dealt with, a four-car pile-up, blood spraying three feet high? Or will you also smear some oil on her brake pedal, letting her die in the way she designed for herself?"
Nalan Ye Jue: "..."
Why is the little wife so familiar with her husband's methods?
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, has always been his principle.
Wait a minute, when dealing with Yao Dazhuang, he was very low-key, yet the little wife guessed it was him?
After Qin Xin pressed Nalan Ye Jue's hand, she made a phone call in front of everyone present: "For the heart donation patient I signed for, tell her I've changed my mind about its use. It's not for the Qin Family, let it be donated to the Imperial Central Laboratory. That's it, go handle it right away."
Everyone at the scene held their breath.
