Bo Yeyuan might not know that she made the gift with her own hands.
Li Qiyu's heart clenched painfully, even more agonizing than an actual heart disease attack.
A pair of large hands steadied her shoulders, as Beitang Feng lifted his red lips and asked in a low voice, "My Li Qiyu would not cry. Who made you shed tears? I'll make them bleed."
Li Qiyu took his hands off, sneering, "Isn't this what you wanted to see? You've just been watching the drama unfold, using me to hurt Bo Yeyuan, both of us getting wounded is your happiest outcome, isn't it?"
Beitang Feng's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he grasped her chin and whispered, "You guessed wrong. Seeing you unhappy, I just want to beat him to death. If you don't mind, I can start beating him until he's unrecognizable right now."
Li Qiyu's mood grew even heavier, "I've said it before, do not interfere in my affairs!"
So he had always given her the space to handle things on her own and hadn't intervened!
