"Forget it, better not answer. Knowing I've detained you, but he doesn't come to rescue you, you must be heartbroken."
Yao Dewei had just listened to An Lin's phone call, and now every word seemed to stab her right in the heart.
He wore a mocking smile, his eyes filled with a cold, sinister gleam, completely unlike his usual self.
"So what if Qin Mu doesn't come to save me? I don't believe you'd dare to kill me, would you?"
An Lin sneered at Yao Dewei, "As long as I'm alive, I'll definitely introduce other men to my cousin, men a million times better than you."
"Haha, your mouth is really poisonous."
Yao Dewei was laughing one second, but the next, he tightly pinched An Lin's mouth again, staring at her viciously, "Wan Feng won't listen to you. You'd better tell me, did you hear what we were saying earlier, hmm?"
"It hurts..."
An Lin's face turned pale with pain.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead in an instant.
