Billionaire God of War

Zhang Heng watched as Mr He walked away. He wanted to drag him back and question him further, but he didn't know what to ask him. The man had made himself very clear.

The young punk wasn't a simple character. He had gained the sect leader's favor. He would have remained in the dark if Mr He had not told him.

"This won't do. If Third Miss does marry that young punk, then what about my..."

He frowned slightly. An icy glint flashed across his eyes, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

Nothing showed on his face. There was nothing but calm, and another icy glint flickered imperceptibly within his dark eyes.

Meanwhile.

Back at Liu Qing's courtyard.

"Brother Jiang, we just received these

fruits. Try them"

A guard presented a basket of fruits to Jiang Ning. The fruits had been washed and cleaned. He smiled brightly. "Please let me know if you need anything else."

Jiang Ning nodded slightly. "It's alright. Focus on doing your job well. I have high hopes for you."

The guard's eyes lit up upon hearing the brief compliment and quickly clasped his hands together with respect. "Yes, of course. Thank you, Brother Jiang, for your advice."

Jiang Ning was the man who had spoken to the sect leader as an equal. He must be someone important.

never come across anyone who could make Liu Qing behave or anyone whom the sect leader had treated

hurt for them to make a good

Ning waved the guard away. The latter retreated to a corner immediately. He raised his chin and puffed his chest out. He seemed more alert

"You're too slow."

distance. Her speed had increased visibly in the

found her own improvement

Ning still found her too slow. Her

she

cursed Jiang Ning.

the hell did

you here to make me suffer?" Liu Qing cursed secretly. She dared not voice a word

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too slow. Are you trying to

off you if that's the

call yourself Third Miss when you can't even get something so

ready to blow up, but she had

Control. Control. Control!

couldn't make him mad now. At least

Jiang Ning in her head as she quickened her

the impending test.

listen to Jiang Ning? Why should she accord him

sent the sandbag flying across the