Pei Zhan winced from the force of the blow.
You couldn't tell from her delicate appearance that after a few months of training, she'd become so strong! Just a touch and her fingers would grip with lethal intent. If she really grabbed hold of a hand, she might attempt murder on her husband?
"What happened?" asked He Qunying, who was eating when he heard the hiss, and looked up involuntarily.
"Nothing much." Pei Zhan's face was as calm as a lake. "I just believe our paths are too different to conspire together. I can't help you with this. The Ning Family does business openly. If you sincerely seek aid and they feel it's possible to assist, they naturally would agree. If they think they can't help, it's also inconvenient for me to get involved."
After saying this, he pushed his cup forward and was about to stand.
