And this man wasn’t anyone else. If Yan Huan was sober now, and if she could still remember that kick, then she would know that the man wasn’t anyone else. It was the man who had severed both of her arms back then, then, it was the man who had kicked her in the stomach.
Brother Hua took out his own cigarette and started smoking. Then, he puked on the white coat’s face. “Less talking, more doing. You shouldn’t have asked. It’s not good for you.”
At this moment, the coldness in his eyes scared the white coat. The white coat was so scared that he shivered. This time, he did not dare to say another word.
Some people were not people that she could afford to offend. Take this brother Hua for example.
It was not that he had great power, nor was it that he had great ability.
It was because he was a person who did not want to live.
