"Don't you plan to go over and take a look?"
Yu Huai asked.
Bo Qingyu exhaled a puff of smoke, put out his cigarette, and stood up, shedding his silken nightshirt to reveal his finely toned, muscular, sexy upper body. There was a scar about ten centimeters long on his chest, a raw damage against the beauty of his form.
He went to the wardrobe, pulled out a shirt, buttoned it up while looking up, saying: "I'm not going."
Yu Huai fell silent.
He didn't quite understand.
Their Boss wasn't some coward. Born and raised in the underworld, he was utterly ruthless and everything he did was absolutely monstrous. He valued human lives as less than a strand of hair on a summer day.
Such a man, lawless, doing whatever he pleased, never held the world's rules in high regard.
But he…
Never laid a hand on Jiang Ruan.
Everything he loved, he would claim as his own, except for Jiang Ruan.
Did he really see her as a sister?
"What are you thinking?"
