Lu Yiyu had no strength left in his body.
He couldn't even open his eyes.
He was surviving on sheer willpower; he had tried several times to hold his cell phone but couldn't.
Bo Qingyu didn't help either.
He was just sitting there, crossing his legs, smirking.
Watching this man suffer brought him a strange sense of satisfaction.
Many years ago,
Little Jiang Ruan tried to blackmail him and enlisted Lu Yiyu's help to corner him with no way out. The girl was ruthless and smart right from her younger years.
At that time, Lu Yiyu was fresh into the scene, pretty reckless too.
These two together,
were enough to kill him.
"Hey, aren't you going to say thank you first?"
He laughed scornfully.
Lu Yiyu didn't acknowledge him and kept trying to grip the phone. Finally, he held it steadily, opened a text message, typed in a number, and began to write a message, letter by letter.
"Thanks."
He thanked the man while still looking at the phone screen, typing out the message.
