Yan Ye's heart felt as though it was being clenched by a pair of hands covered in poison.
Thinking of his grandfather, advanced in years, yet subjected to such torment, pain surged through his heart.
With his father on a business trip and his mother not at home, it was Yan Ye who should step forward when his grandfather was in trouble.
Before leaving the office, Yan Ye gave his subordinates Lian Xinying's address, instructing them to take a helicopter and check on the situation.
Bridal shop.
Only three minutes remained until the end of the one-hour deadline set by Yan Ye's mother.
Someone was scouting outside the store.
All around was deathly quiet; no one came, whether from the sky or on the ground.
This abnormal silence signalled that a slaughter was about to begin inside the building.
"Shu Xiang, make your move!" Yan Ye's mother's face turned dark and purple with rage, utterly disappointed with Lian Jie.
Could Lian Jie really be dead?
If true, it couldn't be better.
