"No!" Lin Fu took the initiative to hug him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and mumbled, "I choose you, I choose only you, you alone." When I knew you wouldn't choose me. She silently told herself in her heart.
Fu Xing was not Clive, he was always more rational and restrained than Clive, more responsible, more ambitious.
And she herself was just like Clive.
Indeed worthy of the Mecklenburg Family.
"Fu Xing, was that the reason why you deliberately let Clive off the hook once?"
"Did you see through it?"
"Of course, you started negotiating terms with him, agreeing to let his people go, which was tantamount to letting him off once. But because I was unwilling, you changed your mind." It wasn't until now that Lin Fu realized how stupid her stubborn demands had been.
"Forget it, since you intended to let him go once, so be it. I want to kill him, and I'll do it with my own skill in the future."
