After figuring this out, the last bit of trust she had for Han Yaotian instantly dissipated into ashes from the anger burning in her chest.
Han Ming kept staring at her beautiful face under the light. Every gaze and every expression was filled with longing, and he did not want to miss a second of it.
"If you want that girl, Yun Xi, to die, only I can help you!"
"You? What can you offer to help me?" Qiao Ximin snapped out of her fury and looked at the man in front of her.
Han Ming indeed looked a little similar to Han Yaotian. However, compared to him, Han Yaotian was more mature and steady. The man in front of her did not only have an air of hostility, but he also had a kind of sharp coldness. He was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to strike, and to be near him was to anticipate the danger of being swallowed at any moment.