Xia Yuxun sat on the bed, having just finished taking her medicine.
When she saw Leng Sichen come in, she twirled the glass in her hands, "What do you want to say?"
"To tell you everything." Leng Sichen dragged a chair over to sit in front of her bed.
"I didn't force you to tell me before, and I want to know even less now." Xia Yuxun's voice carried a bone-deep coldness.
Accustomed to her cute appearance, her frantic behavior, everything about her was lively...
At the moment, faced with that entirely unfamiliar expression, Leng Sichen felt an indescribable pain.
For a while, he didn't know where to start, but after pausing, he began, "A long time ago, before my father had a sudden heart attack and Leng Corporation almost collapsed, I made deals in the arms trade in secret to raise money to save Leng Corporation, and it gradually grew larger, creating an organization, which was the precursor to what is now Night Wolf."
