"Are you sure? Did you make a mistake?"
Qie Wang held Xie Xuning by the collar and glared at him with his bloodshot eyes. "Xie Xuning, how could you be so cold-blooded? Li Zhiwei is already dead. She loved you for so long. Don't you feel sad about her death? Don't tell me you feel nothing at all."
Xie Xuning brushed Qie Wang's hand away. He snorted. "Well, what do you think I should do now?"
Qie Wang was trembling. What could Xie Xuning do?
What could Xie Xuning have done to appease Qie Wang's anger? He did not know, either.
"At least don't talk like that..."
Qie Wang looked at the body under the cloth and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He was so heartbroken that he could not breathe properly. He stood in front of the body.
Xie Xuning was not bothered at all by Li Zhiwei's death.
She was nobody to him. He could not care less if she was alive or dead.