"But unfortunately, you won't be able to stay here anymore. Get lost; it's useless for you to look around. This place doesn't belong to you," he said arrogantly.
Shen Ning sneered. If it weren't for her son, she wouldn't have come to this eerie place. However, she reached out and grabbed his arm, pleading bitterly, "Mr. Li, please let me go in tonight to have a look? Just one quick look, and then I'll leave."
"No."
"Mr. Li, I just want to take a look, nothing sinister," Shen Ning's palm had smeared blood onto Li Zhenting's pristine white shirt. The night wind carried a hint of the metallic scent as she looked up at him with a seductive smile.
Li Zhenting squinted, his face darkening. "You attempted to murder me this morning with a knife, and now you're climbing over the walls to my house. Do you really think I can't handle you right under my nose?"
He suddenly felt restless, not understanding how he got entangled with this woman.