Meng Ziqi couldn't believe it, her eyes widened in horror again, "It's you? You..."
Her heart suddenly sank, as though it had plunged into the icy Pacific Ocean, she didn't want to believe that all of this was done by this god-like man. However, looking at him, his eyes only emanated a wave of icy coldness, piercingly cold, completely unlike the indifferent and detached him she remembered.
This made her feel as if breathing was difficult.
Li Chengyun walked in, other than the initial glance when he first entered, he didn't spare her another look. He just sat down on the comfortable leather chair in the room, his face as imposing as a night emperor, exuding an intimidating power!
As Li Chengyun's servants departed, those four men silently hid in the darkness, leaving in the room only three men, Meng Ziqi lying on the bed, and Li Chengyun and Aguai at his side.
Aguai stepped forward and asked Meng Ziqi, "Are you scared now?"
