Yin Hehe had actually thought through many possible scenarios where she might be exposed.
As someone who was accustomed to making comprehensive plans, naturally, she had prepared for such risks in advance.
But she had never imagined it would happen in this way.
As she watched this man with a towering figure approach her step by step, whose face was still pleasing to the eye, her eyes—unmasked—sharply caught the scent of death in his eyes.
Her breathing halted for a moment.
It seemed she was destined to die here today.
"It looks like you care about this child more than anything else you've cared about, huh, you really are capable!"
When he arrived at the dining table and sat down after pulling out a chair, his gaze swept over her, filled with the ferocity she had expected, wishing to grind her to dust.
Yin Hehe's fingers, icy cold, clenched tightly.
"As long as it's a child, I care about them."
