Facing Chu Liuyue's interrogation, Jiang Yucheng chose to be silent. He shut his mouth and refused to say anything. He even averted his gaze and turned his body as if he had no intention of continuing the conversation with Chu Liuyue.
Smack!
Chu Liuyue snapped her fingers.
A red fire immediately rose from her fingers, and the painting suddenly burned.
Jiang Yucheng heard the commotion, and he abruptly turned around. Seeing this scene, the veins on his forehead throbbed.
"Since you refuse to say anything, we won't talk anymore. As for this painting… You should've burned it the day you decided to kill me." Chu Liuyue's tone was cold and heartless. Seeing this portrait would just make me disgusted. I wonder who he was acting devoted to all these years? If he liked me even one bit, he wouldn't have done all those things back then. Ridiculous—a joke!
