C525 Proust

"Zhu Wen'er, you're truly a naive soul, easily dismissed with just a few words. You should realize there's a significant advantage to killing you," Bai Ling sneered, her face twisted with a mocking smile that belied any kindness toward Zhu Wen'er.

At that moment, her earlier pitiful demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

"Mhmm," Ye Fann acknowledged, turning to Zhu Wen'er