“I promise you.”
Lu Yi looked at her again. “But you better not play any tricks. I can make your life better, but I can also make your life worse than death.”
Sun Yuhan smiled bitterly. “You don’t have to remind me. I know.”
She had long recognized the reality. She, Sun Yuhan, was not a phoenix. Even if she had been, she had still turned into a hairless pheasant in the end.
Lu Yi’s eyes were calm, and there was no trace of her in them.
Sun Yuhan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“You’ve seen those photos, so you should know that not only is Yan Huan the granddaughter of the Ye family, she’s also Su Qingdong’s daughter. She’s also Su Muran’s half-sister, so the bone marrow of the two of them is the most suitable. There’s no one in this world who has the same bone marrow as them and is suitable. I know that they took Yan Huan’s bone marrow, and Zhu Xianglan knows that I’m a fake, so she once or twice threatened me to let Su Muran Act in my TV series.”
