Chapter 335 Conspiracy

• After Xi Zhiheng sent Yan Anmo home, he immediately got on a private plane to the UK.
• The plane simply landed at the Xi Residence’s personal landing strip. Xi Zhiheng’s father stood nearby, his face stern as he said, “So you managed to come back? Why didn’t you die in China?”
• Xi Zhiheng looked up. Those eyes which greatly resembled his father’s held a bone-chilling coldness. “Who gave you permission to harm her?”