Mr. Bo's eyes were deep and focused, anger freezing on his face.
"You forgot? Oh no, you never remembered." Li Qiyu raised her glass, toasting to the air, "I've been with the Bo family for two years, and not once have I celebrated my birthday."
Mrs. Bo's red lips formed a cold, harsh line, her hands bracing against the dining table as she leaned forward, her face whooshing intimidatingly up to Qiyu's: "So, you want to use this as a plea for mercy."
"I saw her birthday wish in that woman's diary."
"That woman?" Bo Yeyuan's eyes were pitch-black as his tall nose barely touched her delicate little one.
"The Li Qiyu of the past, she's already dead," Li Qiyu said with a light smile.
Bo Yeyuan felt a complex mix of emotions as if he had suddenly lost something...
