Wen Zao nodded, very sensible and well-behaved: "My daddy, Wen Qiyang, said that you shouldn't be stingy with friends."
After pausing for a moment, he fished out two more diamonds from his pocket and handed them to the scar-faced man: "Uncle, do you like them? If you like them, I'll give them to you, okay?"
The scar-faced man merely glanced at the diamonds and sneered.
What were these diamonds worth? If everything went to plan, there would be nothing he couldn't have!
However, the scar-faced man's dismissive attitude, when falling into Wen Zao's eyes, only made him more certain about the mastermind behind the man.
Around twelve o'clock, the effects of the drug on Xixi began to wear off. Groggy and hazy, she felt her little hand being gripped tightly by someone. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Wen Zao right beside her.
He was sitting in a chair, one hand holding hers, and the other propping up his face.
