Mr. Li smoked without speaking, his gaze still revolving around Ye Yan as if he had thoroughly scrutinized her from inside out.
"If Mr. Li is interested, I can help," Bai Chutong eagerly wanted to drag Ye Yan down into the abyss with her.
Why was it only her in hell? And why was that woman spotless, attracting not a speck of dust?
Mr. Li flicked his cigarette butt out of the car window and rolled up the glass.
When he turned his head to look at her, the schadenfreude on Bai Chutong's face had not yet faded.
She wanted to adjust her expression immediately, but due to excessive tension and stiffness, she made a weird face stuck between crying and laughing.
Mr. Li pinched her face, the man's grip was strong, causing a wave of pain that almost brought tears to her eyes.
"Do you not want to live anymore, or is it me?" Mr. Li chuckled, sounding a bit sinister.
Was that man someone he could touch?
