Even though it was the height of summer, Flender felt as if he were standing in a morgue. A biting, ghostly chill permeated the air, freezing his heart, which had only just begun to feel a flicker of warmth. Under Liu Erlong’s gaze—at once gentle and coercive—he gave a bitter smile.
"Erlong, I understand. I will take good care of Xiaogang for the rest of his life."
Liu Erlong pursed her lips and smiled. "Then thank you, Flender. You really are someone one can rely on."
Chapter 33