Ye Chen walked step by step over to where Chen Shuai lay and then stomped heavily on his chest, his voice cold as ice, "If you don't talk, your right hand will also be rendered useless!"
"No, no, I'll talk, I'll talk!" Chen Shuai's handsome face was nowhere to be seen now, the pain had twisted it into a ghoulish sneer. Cradling his broken arm, he rolled on the ground in agony.
"Speak up!" Ye Chen demanded coldly.
"It was all Yan Bu'er's doing," Chen Shuai gritted his teeth and said, "In fact, last year, Yan Bu'er had ordered me to find an opportunity to make a move, but Liu Momo was always very careful. This time, I used her birthday as a pretext and finally deceived Liu Momo."
"Damn it!" Ye Chen, enraged, couldn't help but press down harder with his foot, and exclaimed furiously, "Where is Momo now?"
"She's in Yan Bu'er's hands now!" Chen Shuai pleaded anxiously, "Ye Chen, don't kill me, I didn't lay a finger on Liu Momo, not even a single hair, please don't kill me!"
