Outside the company entrance, her hand was unapologetically seized by the man in the car, "Do you want me to deal with the Rong family's people?"
He spoke casually, as if his idea of "dealing with" them was merely sealing their mouths, but Rong Yan saw murderous intent in his eyes as cold as a deep well.
She turned her body, her long eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, "How would you 'deal with' them?"
"To kill them? That's not realistic."
Without waiting for the dignified man to speak, she continued immediately, "I know it would be easy for you to make one or two people disappear in Capital City with your influence, but it's unnecessary."