"I won't leave." Lu Jing said firmly.

"Why?" Zhou Qian was anxious. "You clearly know what they are doing. No one dares to imagine how much is hidden in that warehouse. If it is discovered, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"It's good that you know." Lu Jing remained indifferent. "So, I'll give you one more chance. Do you want to leave or not?"

Zhou Qian looked at him, stubbornly remaining silent.

The two men were in a stalemate for a while, and Lu Jing seemed to have lost his patience, so he put out his cigarette and left.

Zhou Qian stepped in front of him and looked at him straight in the eyes, "Lu Jing, are you hiding something from me?"

Lu Jing frowned, his eyes suddenly becoming cold and sharp. "Who are you to me, that I need to hide things from you? Or, who are you to me, that I need to tell you my story?"

Zhou Qian was embarrassed. "I don't mean anything else. I just want to say that if you have anything, you can tell me and I can help you."

She had a hunch that she didn't believe Lu Jing really intended to continue to be decadent like this. He hated the Lu family so much and knew that Lu Qianqian wanted to harm him. With his vengeful heart, it was impossible for him to let Lu Qianqian slaughter him like this.

And the frown he just gave her made her more confident in her intuition.

Lu Jing had a cold face and pushed her against the wall roughly. "I'm telling you, I'll let you hurt me again?"

Zhou Qian's eyes suddenly turned red. "Okay, I won't leave. Consider it as my life as compensation to you."

Lu Jing pinched her chin hard and said, "Remember your words. Your life belongs to me. Live well until I come to take it."

Lu Jing left the words behind, opened the door and walked out.