Ye Qiu had already frightened Yu Jin so much that he didn't continue to torture him harshly.
"Remember, tomorrow morning at nine, be in the office waiting for me, otherwise, next time it won't be as simple as this time,"
Ye Qiu went to the balcony, washed the blood off his hands, and then left the luxurious suite.
Seeing that Ye Qiu had finally left, Yu Jin breathed a sigh of relief. It took him a long time to get up from the ground, and the first thing he did was to look at the wound on his chest.
He had just discovered that Ye Qiu had brutally stabbed him several times in the stomach, and he had seen the blood pouring out. However, now he found there were no wounds at all on his chest, not even a mark.
Could it all have been an illusion?
Yu Jin knew it couldn't be, because the pain had felt too real, and moreover, the blood-stained fruit knife that Ye Qiu had left beside him still bore his bloodstains on its sharp blade.
