The message was quite clear, and Zhao Renjie silently withdrew.
Ever since Tang Xiaowan bought a house at Jinyuan Academy, Leng Lingxiao seemed to have left his soul there, running back and forth every day.
He dealt with documents at Jinshan Villa during the day and spent his evenings being neighbors with Tang Xiaowan.
Their houses were adjacent, each a detached three-story building.
Where in the world would such coincidences occur, if not for someone's doing?
Soon, the treadmill started up again, and Leng Lingxiao ran faster and faster, his breathing growing more ragged. From time to time, he cursed under his breath, softly but viciously.
Damn old geezer, you old thing!
To fight with me, serves you right for your bad luck, bastard!
If it weren't for Grandma Tang, I would have gotten rid of you long ago.
Thinking of using me? Go to hell, in your dreams!
