Sun Zhihao froze for a moment, then a fervent gleam shot from his eyes. "You can draw too?"
Su Qiao gave him a cold glance. "Stop staring at me. I'm not interested in you at all, and I don't have a very good temper."
"Oh." Sun Zhihao drooped his shoulders.
Every time he saw this woman, she inspired him, but...
After interacting with her a few times, he already knew that she wasn't someone he could afford to provoke.
Du Muhan appeared in the doorway at some point. He cast Sun Zhihao a cold look. "Why did you tell him so much?"
Su Qiao gave him a gentle push, and the two of them walked out.
What else could it be for? Naturally, it was to plant a hypnotic suggestion and make the man abstinent in the future.
Of course, Su Qiao would never say that outright.
"I just want him to harm fewer people in the future and die alone."
Some people were only suited to die alone. When they grew old, fell ill, or became unable to walk, no one would accompany them, support them, or care whether they lived or died.
Yes, that would be the best ending for them.
Du Muhan displayed his usual vicious tongue. "You're worrying for nothing. Someone like him could never live to old age. Sooner or later, he'll die at the hands of a woman."
Tao Junhui walked over with several team members.
"Xiao Qiao, who did you think of?"
Su Qiao blinked. "Gu Xue."
Careful and perceptive, mentally strong, and faintly carrying a hint of pride—that was the impression Gu Xue had given her when they first met.
Aside from not being a man, she fit the characteristics of the person plotting behind Ding Peixin quite well.
"Hmph, Gu Xue