"Do you know what you're saying?"
Lin Hanxing stopped drinking his tea and looked up at song Chenxi. The meaning in his cold eyes was unclear.
Song Chenxi's face was pale.
"I'm sorry, can I drink?"
The tea was too bitter in his mouth.
Her life was already so hard. Now, song Chenxi just wanted to live a happy life and live the life she wanted.
Lin Hanxing did not say anything, but he pressed the service bell.
Very quickly, the hard liquor was served.
The shop owner even gave her a small bucket of ice as per her request.
The amber liquid was poured into the glass, and the sound of ice hitting the glass made people feel sad.
"I want you to help my husband kill me."
The strong wine entered her throat, and her pale face finally turned a faint red.
They were like peach blossom petals.
Lin Hanxing didn't say anything. He searched for information about song Chenxi's husband in his mind.
Gong Chen, the president of the gong group.
