"You won't have that chance. In a few days, I'll have Tan Yulin throw you into the desert, and your remaining life will be spent there," Gu Yelin said nonchalantly as he casually flipped through the magazine in his hand.
Ling Shuang's chest felt tight, as if an old bout of blood was stuck, unable to rise or fall, causing her great discomfort. She glared fiercely at Gu Yelin, cursing him from head to toe in her heart.
At that moment, a soft rustling sound began, and the door to the inner hall was gently pushed open. Gu Yelin and Ling Shuang turned their heads to look, and couldn't help but freeze in dumbfounded silence.
The person before them had bright eyes and white teeth, skin like creamy jade, captivating in a red dress that swayed with untold charm.
