Early the next morning, Kong Lin, who had spent a frenzied night in the office lounge with Qu Chong, rubbed against him before leaving and said, "Now that An Lan, that mad dog, knows about us, we can't control her anymore. If she lets our secret out…"
"She wouldn't dare!" Qu Chong, holding Kong Lin's arm, reprimanded, "Unless she wants to die."
Hearing the words "wants to die," Kong Lin simply lay on Qu Chong's chest and said, "Brother Chong, since the master has said she won't live long, why don't we just help the process along? Our Tianwang Building parking lot is almost empty at night. How about we turn off the surveillance and find some people to take good care of her and then send her off to the hospital? Life and death are predetermined, and it would have nothing to do with us."
After listening to Kong Lin, Qu Chong looked at her with complexity and then asked, "Do you really hate that bitch that much?"
