An'an's cold, dark eyes stared at Lu Yan till her eyes reddened.
She acted as if she did not know him at all.
He took drugs and womanizer. He was not just wild and unrestrained. He was degenerate.
How did he become like this?
When had he become such a stranger?
He was no longer the man she loved. She would never like him again.
An'an felt as if she was trapped in an ice cellar. Her heart was icy-cold. She felt a plethora of emotions - fury, disappointment, hurt and heartache as she looked at the man who was fondling women on the sofa.
At this moment, a large hand reached over and stroked her face lasciviously. "Wow, Miss An'an's face is really smooth. It's even smoother than all of the silk I've touched before. Ha ha!"
Tiger laughed lewdly, and his men followed suit and guffawed in rowdy appreciation.
