Shen Aili snatched the tissues with a hostile expression, evidently not holding any fondness for the young man in front of her.
The young man was completely indifferent to her vigilance and caution, and with the demeanor of a good-natured gentleman, he smiled and said, "Don't glare at me like that. Although I'm also from the Qin Family, as you know, the enemy of my enemy is a friend."
Since the other party had already spoken to this extent, the intention to collaborate was quite obvious.
Shen Aili paused, recalling the rumors she had accidentally overheard some days ago, her expression slightly softened.
Taking a tissue to wipe the bloodstains off her face and hands, she assumed an elder's posture and asked, "What do you want?"
"That depends on how much Mrs. Li hates Yan Xiaye. By the way, my relationship with her is—till death."
Till death?
