Even if the soul living in her body belonged to an adult, how had she ordered others to help her get rid of Su Qiao and even sent people to hunt Su Qiao down?
Su Qiao wanted to know that, too.
After thinking for a moment, she tapped several acupoints on the man's body, then went to the table and picked up the teapot.
She weighed it in her hand and found that half a pot of cold tea remained.
She walked back to the man who had fainted on the floor and began pouring the cold tea over his face, even directly forcing it into his nose.
Soon, Gong Jun choked awake.
Unfortunately, he could not move or make a sound. Only his pair of wolf-like, dark eyes could shift.
Looking at the woman in a white gauze dress, whose beauty appeared exceptionally cold and striking in the candlelight, he knew that he had been utterly defeated this time.
No one had expected that this woman, whose status was low and who usually looked so frail, would possess such formidable martial arts skills. Even he had been completely unable to fight back.
Gong Jun was not worried about himself. To him, death was nothing.
What concerned him most was that Miss did not know this woman's true nature. She did not know that the woman knew martial arts, let alone that her skills were so formidable. He feared that Miss would fall into her trap and be harmed by her.
Su Qiao looked at the man with his brows tightly knitted and raised her brows condescendingly. "Are you worried about Lin Hanyan?"
"Actually, your worry is unnecessary, because she is destined to die."
Gong Jun's face had originally been expressionless, but now it showed clear panic.
He struggled desperately,