Just as Ye Yi left the backstage, Ji Qiurong walked in with a package in hand.
"Boss, your delivery."
These days, it's rare to receive such mail by delivery.
Opening the package, the flamboyant handwriting was bold and unrestrained.
[Congratulations on the engagement, the gift will arrive soon. Seven Kills.]
Qingwu raised an eyebrow.
"If he wants to send something, just bring it over. This kind of fuss is unnecessary."
Ji Qiurong: "Boss, what's his motive? A provocation?"
"Seven Kills is a very meticulous person. It's just that he's getting old, and his brain has some issues."
Casually tossing the delivery into the trash bin, Qingwu's eyes showed no disturbance.
Completely indifferent to the whole matter!
Ji Qiurong was a bit worried, "This guy is pretty bad, like a rabbit with three burrows. He definitely has a backup plan."
Qingwu replied calmly, "No worries, I'll outlive him."
After all, Seven Kills is an old codger, half into the grave!
