The smell of gasoline was spread throughout the warehouse. Several big men poured four barrels of gasoline around the abandoned warehouse. When Rong Anna and Bo Xiao went in, they saw Li Sicheng was lying in a pool of blood. Violent, bloody. The pride of Li Sicheng was nowhere to be found. Rong Anna saw this, frowned, and looked at Su Qianci.
Su Qianci had fallen apart. All she could think about was Li Sicheng. Tang Mengying found a lighter, playing with it and looking forward to seeing the expression on Li Sicheng's face. Sure enough, a touch of emotion finally passed Li Sicheng's face. He looked up at her and reached out to her.
Tang Mengying raised his eyebrows with satisfaction and chuckled lowly. She said, "You want to talk to me? What do you want to say? Let's talk." Stepping on her high heels, she went forward and kneeled to listen.
