Wen Wenling took a deep breath, struggling with her fear, "You're here for Qin Jiang?"
"No, our job is only to kill you and your daughter!" the man said coldly. "As for Qin Jiang, someone else will take care of him."
Wen Wenling subconsciously clenched the sewing needle in her hand, which pierced into her palm, yet she completely forgot the pain, "What have you done to Sisi?!"
"Nothing yet, but soon, you and your daughter will meet on Netherworld Road!"
Wen Wenling gritted her teeth and knelt down stiffly, "Kill me, but I beg you, spare my daughter... She's still a girl! Don't lay a hand on her!"
The man in black shook his head, "Our client pays, we do the job, that's our rule."
"You will die, she will also die."
"Our people have already gone after her."
In the blink of an eye, the man had reached Wen Wenling's side, the blade of his knife gleaming with a menacing cold light.
"Die!"