"Damn it, woman, liar, poisoner—"
He threw a punch fiercely, and the mirror shattered with a loud crash.
And his hand was cut by the shards.
Bright red blood kept dripping onto the ground, quickly staining the floor crimson.
However, Ya Shitian felt nothing at all.
After the ceremony, Ye Anqi was taken to a villa.
The villa was located in a corner of the Presidential Residence.
High walls surrounded it, topped with electric fences.
Bei Jingtang's tall figure stood in the living room.
With his back to Ye Anqi, he spoke indifferently, "From now on, you'll live here. Someone will bring you daily necessities every day. But you need to clean and cook for yourself."
Ye Anqi looked around at everything here.
The furniture was simple, as was the decor.
But the structure of the house was very sturdy, like a cold, solid prison.
"I'm going to live here alone?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And I can't leave?"
