Elder Mie Yu glanced out the window, "Young Prince, someone is aiming a weapon at you."
"I know," Song Yan Ning picked up her drink and took a sip, smiling indifferently. As a Cultivator, was she to be taken down by an ordinary human?
"Is it Han Shengmei who sent them?" Elder Mie Yu speculated. In Korea, the one with the biggest grievance against the Young Prince was only Han Shengmei.
"Mhmm," Song Yan Ning nodded.
"What does the Young Prince plan to do? Do you want me to take her out?" Killing intent flashed in Elder Mie Yu's eyes. That arrogant girl Han Shengmei, if she were not the daughter of Han Jinhe, would have been dealt with a long time ago.
"I'll do it myself." The smile on Song Yan Ning's face slowly faded, turning icy cold. She had already warned Han Shengmei. If she didn't cherish the opportunity, who else could she blame?
