Yun Qian held the steering wheel of his Bugatti Veyron, motionless, he only had to start it with the push of a button, to drive away.
But he turned his head instead, looking at Yun Yifeng in the passenger seat, "Mom, that's Chu Nantian's wife, Yuan Yifan." Yes, he remembered her name. She was a protagonist in an unsightly online video from the previous year. Even though, she was a lowly wretch cursed in all the comments, he still remembered every detail of the illicit acts she had performed with her illicit lover.
Back then, Yun Qian was thinking to himself, if this woman were beneath him, she would surely beg for mercy.
It would certainly be exhilarating.
His heart was disgustingly filthy, but on the outside, he acted like a modest gentleman.
He politely asked Yun Yifeng, "Mom, do you want to have a chat with her? If not, I can drive us away."
