When dawn broke, Yu Yan was awakened by incessant phone calls.
Opening her eyes, Yu Yan felt extremely fortunate to still be alive.
Her body felt like it had been run over by a motorcycle, burning painfully on the outside, and even the bones inside felt as if they were broken, leaving her with no strength to even lift her hand.
The phone kept ringing relentlessly. Yu Yan knew it was either from the production crew or Sister Mo.
However, she didn't want to answer.
Every time after seeing Fu Mingshou, it was the day she most wanted to die. So, whether they were anxious or frantic, let them be.
Let her be willful for once, indulgent for once.
Thinking secretly, Yu Yan turned over, wrapped herself in the quilt, and cried bitterly.
As the renowned eldest young master of the Fu Group of S City, Fu Mingshou was known to everyone, whether in S City or M City.
But no one knew he was a perverted abuser, especially on the bed.
