Panic and fear flashed across Liu Yuying's face. Her livid expression wavered, and she scarcely dared to breathe.
Li Chengyun clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his body emanating a terrifying aura, his gaze piercing Liu Yuying like a sword: "Get out!"
Liu Yuying had many grievances, but she didn't dare to speak them out loud.
If she hadn't spoken before, according to Li Chengyun, she could have at least left with a fortune, which might have saved her younger brother.
But she uttered a few words, and Li Chengyun confiscated all the money.
If she were to say one more word, she was afraid she wouldn't even leave with her life.
It was clear to Li Chengyun that he had paid back the favor he owed these years, and from now on, everything would go back to the way they were.
She bit her lip as she stood up from the ground, her face turning purple.
