In the low-key luxurious champagne-colored business vehicle, Ye Qingqing's scarred face remained hidden in the darkness as moonlight shone through the window, reflecting a chilling glow from the depths of her eyes.
Similarly concealed in the darkness, Ji Mingche slowly curled his thin lips into a smile, yet the mirth never reached his eyes, making it a spine-chilling sight.
"Starting from today, Ye Qingqing is dead, and you no longer have any relation to Jian Shihai, Xu Jiaorong, and the entire Jian Family. Do you understand?"
Ye Qingqing touched her pockmarked face, "Even if you help me evade Jiang Shihua's pursuit, what can I do looking like this? If I go out, I'll be immediately recognized. I can only live in the dark, never seeing the light of day."
Ji Mingche spoke with full confidence, "Don't worry, I will change your appearance and give you a new identity."
Ye Qingqing quickly asked, "What identity?"