Xijian Yunchen smiled coldly and said: "If Lin Bingqian can know something, of course I can also find out!"
There was a flash of arrogance and confidence in his eyes, and he smiled warmly. This guy has always been stinky and arrogant. Of course, he would not take anything in the world seriously.
He turned around and looked at her crescent-like eyes with a hint of smile and her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She looked even more stunning and stunning, making people feel heart-stopping.
He kissed her forehead gently, her eyebrows were tickling, and a string of crisp laughter came from her mouth.
There was no emotion in those eyes, and they were still calm. They looked at the woman in front of them and said leisurely: "Your newlywed husband is dead, and you are not sad!" There was a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Lin Bingqian's face turned red and she said: "I don't want to marry him, his life or death has nothing to do with me!"
"But," the man added, "I killed him! I made you a widow! Don't you hate me?"
Lin Bingqian smiled slightly and listened to the sarcasm in his tone. She didn't take it seriously. Instead, she stood up and said, "I should thank you for letting me be freed!"
The man snorted coldly: "What a cold-blooded woman!"