Pei Jue felt somewhat regretful. He reached out, grabbed a lock of Qingwu's hair, and toyed with it in his hand.
"If it were somewhere else, like on the international line, their outcome wouldn't be like this."
On the international line, he was the leader of the fearsome Assassin Organization, Singer. People who fell into his hands often had only one fate!
Death!
The Lin Family should be grateful that they raised Qingwu for nearly nineteen years; otherwise, what they faced wouldn't have been so simple!
Pei Jue squinted slightly and reached out to shield the sunlight from Qingwu's eyes, making her meet his gaze.
"I want the Lu Family to go bankrupt. Does my fiancée mind?"
"Why should I care?"
What does the Lu Family have to do with her?
Even if there was a childhood engagement between Lu Mingchuan and her, the engagement was with the Lin family's daughter, not her.