"Quincy, don't forget what you suffered a year ago. If it weren't for me, you would have died."

"I don't need you to remind me again and again!" With knitted brows, Quincy looked up at Nelson and said, "I know what I'm doing now better than you. I hope you can keep your words then."

Nelson sneered, "you were trained by me. I always thought that the person who resembles me most was Aare. But you won him back then. I kept my words and handed over the fate of the Qin family to you. If you take it, you must take it well for me."

The door of the second floor opened. Not long after, Yara's voice came from the stairs, "what are you talking about? Why are you so happy?"

The corners of Wanda's mouth twitched slightly. How could her master know that they were happy? Even if she didn't hear anything, she could feel the strong smell of gunpowder between the two.

"It's okay. We didn't have anything to do here, so we talked about some work." Then, Quincy stretched out his hand to Wanda. With a smile, W

ble."

Although York couldn't figure it out, he didn't dare to disobey the order of Quincy, so he quickly went out to do it.

Quincy took out the photos of Wanda from his bag, each of them was as bright as the sun, but not affected. It was natural, as if the sound of flowers could be heard.

Quincy was shocked by what Nelson had said to him at noon. He opened the drawer and threw the photos into it.

Irritably, Quincy reached out his hand to brush his hair, lit a cigarette, and walked to the window, letting it burn without taking a drag.

All of a sudden, both of his legs hurt badly. Leaning against the wall, Quincy frowned in pain and soon beads of sweat rolled down his face.

"Mr. Qin, although your wound has been healed, I'm afraid that there are still some sequelae. For example, you may feel a little uncomfortable when it's cold. If you feel great pain, I suggest you come back to the hospital immediately."

This was what the doctor told him when he was discharged from the hospital.