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.

anyone whom the sect leader had treated with as much respect. Above all else, Jiang Ning was young and quite good looking. No one

them to

immediately. He raised his chin and puffed his chest out. He seemed more alert than

"You're too slow."

training fiercely in the distance. Her speed had increased visibly

found her own improvement

Her failure to meet his expectations was

she could reach

Ning. That stupid

hell did you

secretly. She dared not voice a word of complaint though. "Humph. There's nothing I

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too slow. Are you

my hands off you if

yourself Third Miss when you can't even get something so simple done? Who do you think you're embarrassing? Not

wouldn't stop talking. Liu Qing was ready to blow up, but she had

Control. Control. Control!

mad now. At

Jiang

of the impending test.

daughter, so why should she listen to Jiang Ning? Why should she accord him any respect?

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