For example, he knows she is very unhappy right now.

Qi Yan: "..." He silently took a step back, wondering which unlucky person dared to provoke Jiang Si.

Jiang Si opened the door nonchalantly; the inside was completely dark.

Qi Yan followed him inside.

With a "snap," the light switch was turned on, and two unremarkable-looking men stood on either side, forming a surrounding formation. When they saw Jiang Si, their eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Wow, he's a trained fighter.

It seems they came prepared.

A young man sat on the sofa in the living room. He was quite handsome, but he exuded a sinister aura. He rested one hand on the edge of the sofa and spoke in a self-righteous but actually frivolous manner: "Miss Jiang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Jiang Si glanced at him casually; several small, purple-colored infant spirits were clinging to him and gnawing at him.

Sensing Jiang Si's presence, a few little ghosts spared a glance for her. When they looked over, their eye sockets were empty, like two dark holes, as if looking at her for too long would suck them in.

The fetus wasn't even formed yet; it's truly a tragedy.

This is the cause and effect between them, and Jiang Si has no intention of intervening.

When they wish to be reincarnated, someone will naturally guide them.

Jiang Si's expression remained unchanged, and she chuckled lightly, "Mr. Li, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come to my door. Should I laugh at your stupidity or your naivety?" With that, she walked over leisurely.

Qi Yan naturally noticed this and, with a quick wit, pushed his luggage aside, quietly found a spot, and prepared to watch the show.

Li Zhengsong's eye twitched slightly.

Few people could remain calm in the face of such a scene.

“I know Miss Jiang is very skilled, but you are far too arrogant. Those two are just as skilled as you.” Thinking that each of the bodyguards he brought could take on ten men, Li Zhengsong felt reassured.

No matter how good they are at fighting, can they beat them?

His gaze roamed lewdly over Jiang Si.

Jiang Si wore a dark green fitted long dress, her curvaceous figure impossible to hide. Her face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy, her aloofness stirring one's blood. He loved seeing people like her pleading for mercy.