Ninth Uncle let out an ambiguous laugh, his gaze toward her carrying a hint of admiration:
"Switched to a new body, and your brain seems to have cleared up a bit."
"Being killed by someone and still not figuring things out—wouldn't that be a wasted death?"
"What's your plan to deal with Chu Yunhao?"
Qin Miaomiao smiled faintly. Her skin was delicate, and when she smiled, two dimples appeared, making her look extraordinarily captivating.
"Naturally, a blood debt will be paid in blood."
Mr. Jiu's eyes shone with a dark light as he replied slowly:
"Making him die is easy."
Qin Miaomiao shook her head:
"Killing him now would be too easy for him. He needs to lose everything first. He revels in power, so we'll strip him of his authority. He loves wealth, so we'll make him bankrupt. As for the woman he treasures, we'll make him personally destroy her."
