Su Qingdong shivered involuntarily as for the first time, he could not predict this woman's intention, even though he had lived half of his life, seen and experienced everything.
Yan Huan picked up the glass of fruit juice on the table and took a sip.
She pinched the straw in the glass lightly with her fingers and raised her red lips slightly. She was an actress, a good actress indeed. Hence she knew precisely how to torture a person's mind.
Su Qingdong had never killed anyone before, except one, which was Yan Huan.
Imagine that when you firmly believed that the person you accidentally killed had already died, so you thought that everything was over and you started to forget about it.
Somehow, someday, this person showed up alive before you out of nowhere, like a demon crawled out from hell. How could you still sleep in peace?
