"Sorry!"
Chen Ziyang awkwardly withdrew his hand.
But the soft touch lingered on.
He Yuxin's face flushed red as she adjusted her neckline and licked her tender lips.
"So, what do you plan to do?"
He Yuxin didn't dwell on the incident: "How did you provoke Qiao Xiongtai?"
"It's a long story!"
Chen Ziyang didn't want to explain too much.
He had only one thought in mind now.
If you want to trap me, then don't blame me for not leaving you a way out!
"Tonight, we'll put on a play."
Chen Ziyang leaned in close to He Yuxin and whispered, "Create a few conflicts!"
He Yuxin knew that Chen Ziyang wanted to perform for Qiao Xiongtai.
"Are you sure you can arm-wrestle with Qiao Xiongtai?"
"He wants to use someone else to kill me, I also have a knife in my hand!"
Chen Ziyang grinned slyly, "And my knife is definitely sharper than his!"
He Yuxin hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What's in it for me if I help you?"
Chen Ziyang's gaze subconsciously drifted to her rose.
