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"Master Xu, if there's nothing else, I'll be going back first. Contact me again when I have time."

"Song Ge, support Jian Ning and bring her back." Shang Jin said, in a good mood as he bent his eyes and looked at Xu Zhijie provocatively.

Once Shang Jin got on the carriage, he impatiently asked: "Just now, did you think I was ruthless?"

"Di Yi's group is a part of the Shang family, I cannot let them be in any danger, furthermore at Xu Zhijie's place, you are very safe."

"Safe?" Jian Ning raised her head and looked at him coldly. She could not help but feel a wave of disdain, "Is it that as long as I'm not dead, I'll be safe?"

This time Shang Jin did not refute her. What she said was originally the truth.

To him, Jian Ning was just a tool to take revenge on Jian Xingfeng. As long as he was not dead, he could still use Jian Ning.

Seeing him agree, she felt a burst of bitterness in her heart, but then she laughed indifferently: "I'm still a little self-aware, what you want to do with Jian Xingfeng is your problem, but I hope that when that day comes, you can let my mother and I leave this place."

Shang Jin clenched both his hands tightly, he did not seem to have any emotion on his face, but in his lowered eyes, the fury that was like fire could already annihilate people.

Jian Ning quietly looked outside the window. Shang Jin had his head lowered as well, but there was an unknown force field between the two of them.

After returning to the villa, Jian Ning got off the car first, and waited for him to get off the car with his back facing Shang Jin.

"Follow me to the study first."

Shang Jin let Song Ge push the wheelchair in front of him, and spoke in an indifferent manner, but after he finished speaking, he left Jian Ning with an arrogant back.

Seeing Shang Jin coming in, Uncle Liu immediately went forward to welcome him and helped him take his jacket over. Looking at Jian Ning who was slowly following behind him, he felt dissatisfied.

He took a step forward, wanting to teach Jian Ning a lesson. However, Song Ge reached out and stopped him.

"Uncle Liu, you guys go prepare dinner. Jian Ning will just push me to the study room."

Hearing his words, Jian Ning immediately walked forward, took the armrest from Song Ge's hands and gently nodded.

In the study room, Jian Ning looked at Shang Jin uneasily. He did not understand the reason Shang Jin had called him here.

Shang Jin stared at Jian Ning with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth, "Jian Ning, don't probe my bottom line. There is a limit to my tolerance."

Now, Jian Ning could understand. The reason why Shang Jin called her over was only to let her understand the location of her current location.

Jian Ning sneered. She was no longer afraid of him like she used to be and bent down to look him in the eye.

"Shang Jin, I just want to design a uniform so that Jian Xingfeng can see my achievements and take revenge on him. Everything that happened now, to me, was just a nightmare, but why do you have to wake me up?"

When her words reached Shang Jin's ears, it changed its tone, as if she was crying. Adding to the tears in her eyes, it made him feel pity for her.

He sighed inwardly, and when he spoke, his voice was much softer than it had been in the past.

"I have nothing to say about what has already happened, but I must make the Jane family, Jian Xingfeng, pay the price."

Jian Ning looked at him with wide eyes in shock.

"But why must you choose me?"

"You chose it." Shang Jin bellowed, he was not willing to see Jian Ning's wronged look, it made him feel a little heartache, but also felt a little helpless, as though he was the one who forced her.

Thinking back to when Shang Jin placed the gun on his waist, his lips curled up helplessly. That was really his choice.

But, other than begging for mercy, what else could she do?

Shang Jin kept on staring at Jian Ning, and when he saw that she was sometimes depressed and sometimes secretly mocking her, he didn't feel good in his heart.

He knew that Jian Ning was reminded of the scene when they first met, and could not help but explain in a hurry, "At that time, neither of us had any choice."

Therefore, this matter could not be blamed on Shang Jin.

Jian Ning understood what he meant, but he could not help but laugh at himself, "I understand, but Shang Jin, do you think that life is of no use in your eyes?"

Shang Jin did not refute him and looked at Jian Ning seriously.

Jian Ning laughed bitterly, closed her eyes, covered the disappointment in her eyes and said: "Shang Jin, let's get along peacefully, consider it as me begging you now, please, please let me go."

Her two hands clasped together as she prayed devoutly, causing Shang Jin to be unable to bear it even if he looked at her.

He gradually grew agitated and couldn't resist wanting to throw a tantrum at Jian Ning. He took a deep breath and rotated the wheelchair, turning his back to her.

"You go back first, I'll call for you if there's anything else."

Jian Ning looked at his back in a daze. She had also prepared a lot of things that she didn't want to say.

However, despite her doubts, she still obediently left and closed the door for him.

Shang Jin opened his eyes, which were filled with a layer of ice. If someone was in front of him, he might as well squat down on the ground.

He gripped the handrail tightly and stared at the window without blinking.

Seeing Shang Jin's situation, Song Ge could not help but shiver. He walked over to the desk stiffly and shouted with his head lowered: "Boss!"

Shang Jin nodded slightly, then slowly turned around and threw all the information he had gathered to him. He said with a cold face: "Do you know what to do with the rest of the things?"

He did not nod in a hurry. He took out the contents of the folder and looked. Then, he nodded seriously, "Don't worry. I will definitely complete the mission."

Hearing his words, Shang Jin lowered his head and played with his fingers, his black eyes releasing a strange light.

His conversation with Jian Ning just now had allowed him to come up with a better plan.

After Jian Ning returned to her room, she leaned against the door, and clutched her jumping chest.

She let out a long breath, covered her chest and slowly walked to the edge of the bed. She whispered to herself, "Is he alright? Why do I feel like he's a bit weird today?"

However, she quickly denied the doubt in her heart. Shang Jin had always repeated himself, so today's situation should also be normal.

"Right, that must be the case. He must have been provoked. He can't be this gentle to me."

She nodded her head with all her might and looked out the window. The night was getting darker and darker. The future was bleak.

He stood up, walked over to the desk, and sat down on the tatami with the drawing board.

Nightfall was perfectly displayed in her hands.