Even if she dies, it has nothing to do with me!

Feng Jingxuan leaned close to Leng Xing's ear, casting an ambiguous glance at Mu Lingqian, and said, "Boss, you're the one who said it—this woman is mine now."

Mu Lingqian's cold eyes swept over Leng Xing with indifference. "Even if you play her to death, it has nothing to do with me!" With that, Mu Lingqian didn't spare her another glance. He pushed his wheelchair forward, quickly heading toward Wen Xiangyang, who lay on the bed.

Leng Xing stared at Mu Lingqian's retreating figure. She knew how perverse Feng Jingxuan was. Compared to Nong Yue and Mo Lao Si, this man was even more deranged. Among Mu Lingqian's sworn brothers, only Feng Jingxuan existed as a paradox, straddling the line between good and evil.