"Is she still alive?" Yang Jinxuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You shouldn't ask me that, right? Or you can ask the police?" Nangong Jue smiled slightly. "Besides, she seems to spend more time with you."
"Nangong Jue, she's with me because you ignore her, and she loves you so much…"
"Yang Jinxuan, is there something wrong with your brain?" Le Yao couldn't help but stand up. "She, Yan Zimeng, wanted to kill just because she loved him? Does she have to get with anyone she loves? Is she a million yuan? Even if she is, not everyone likes it. After all, there are still people who like US dollars and people who like pounds."
Nangong Jue's lips curled up.
"Well said." Qiao Qiao gave her a thumbs up.
"Han Binglan!" Yang Jinxuan looked at Le Yao with killing intent.
"Yang Jinxuan!" Le Yao glared back at him fearlessly.
"You really deserve to die." Yang Jinxuan suddenly raised his hand.
