Yan qingsi's eyes were filled with killing intent and were cold and sinister. She looked at the person without saying a word.
The man thought that Yan qingsi was afraid, so he became even braver.""I ... I have a few photos here. I believe ... This is miss Yan?"
He took out his mobile phone and searched for a few photos. In the photos, there was a Street full of red and green lights. It was midnight, and the bar girl in revealing clothes was like meat hanging on the shelf, waiting for customers to pick her.
In the middle of the street, a woman wearing high heels, a red skirt, thick makeup, and an explosive wig was about to walk through. The side of her face was Yan qingsi 's.
Yan qingsi's face was expressionless. Her grip on her bag tightened.
