Xuan Yingluo nodded. “You should go. You are already a dead person.”
Zhou Yu looked at her. His tall body blocked all the light. His thin lips pursed. “Is there nothing else you want to tell me?”
What did he want to hear?
Xuan Yingluo trembled for a moment, then shook her head. She said nothing. “Nothing.”
Zhou Yu curled his thin lips, and then a sinister syllable rolled out of his throat. He cursed in a low voice, “Xuan Yingluo, you’re so F * cking heartless!”
After saying that, he immediately took his long legs and left. When he left, he even bumped Xuan Yingluo with his shoulder.
Xuan Yingluo looked at his tall figure as he left, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed. What did he want to hear? Was He angry?
