"Ghost King, long time no see!" Wang Xiaoqiang had expected the Ghost King to come, but he didn't anticipate such a quick arrival. At this moment, he was composed as he clutched Little Mei's jade neck, his fingers emanating Soldier Aura.
He understood in his heart that women are like clothing, brothers are like limbs, and children are the heart and soul of their parents,
Although Qiao Ji was favored by the Ghost King, she was ultimately just one of his women. Women are like clothing, they can be replaced. Once a woman is tainted by another man, she becomes like a damaged piece of clothing,
For someone as powerful and prestigious as the Ghost King, if a piece of clothing becomes damaged, it must certainly be replaced, so at this moment, he would not be concerned about Qiao Ji's life or death.
