Chu Yun shouldn't have brought it up.
The moment she mentioned 'ruin,' Yuan Yifan felt an even deeper hatred.
She clenched her fists, her teeth grinding in anger, the force of her kicks into Chu Yun's chest and abdomen intensified.
She was wearing a pair of men's heavy boots, making each kick feel like a dreadful blow to Chu Yun's vitals.
Even if Chu Yun didn't die from this, she'd suffer serious internal injuries.
"Fanfan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chu Yun knew she was in danger. The only way to escape this predicament was to soothe Yuan Yifan, now an enraged beast.
But Yuan Yifan paid no heed.
Finally, after kicking Chu Yun with satisfaction, Yuan Yifan stopped.
She spent a few moments catching her breath, standing over Chu Yun's prone body.
Once she caught her breath, she taunted coldly, "You know my secret, that I orchestrated the murder of Yuan Meili. Do you really think I would let you walk away alive?"
