"Miss Lu is very skilled. No wonder my uncle died so easily in your hands."
Even though he was suppressed, Nie Jiang still had a calm smile on his face.
Shen Weiyang frowned.
Although her father had the bloodline of the Lu family, adoptive parents were equally important. Even if she was recognized by the Lu family, she had never changed her surname.
Nie Jiang had called her Miss Lu on purpose to tell her that he had something on him. She had to be polite to him. If she was not careful, her brother's future would be ruined.
"Weiyang, go confirm the bullet in Leng Qing's hand first."
Leng Huaijin stepped forward and gently pulled Shen Weiyang away. He whispered to her.
Shen Weiyang also did not want to deal with a disgusting man like Nie Jiang. She nodded and went to find Leng Qing.
When there were only two people left in the corridor, the frivolous smile in Nie Jiang's eyes slowly became serious. "What advice does Mr. Leng have?"