Ye Zhizhou said those words so casually as though killing a person was as easy as breathing to him.
Li Zhiwei could only laugh bitterly. Ye Zhizhou had grown up in a very different environment from other kids. She could not expect him to think and behave like normal people.
"No, Zhizhou, don't kill anyone."
Ye Zhizhou curled his lips and nodded.
"Okay, fine, I won't."
Whoever made Li Zhiwei upset, he would make that person suffer a fate worse than death.
"Zhizhou, I need to hang up now. I'm visiting someone at the hospital."
"I miss you, Aunt Zhiwei."
"I miss you too."
Li Zhiwei put down the phone walked into the hospital room with a bouquet of flowers.
Yan Shanyue was on her bed, painting. Ye Tianxin was seated on the chair opposite her, posing as the model. She had not moved for more than half an hour.
"Shanyue, Tianxin."
