"Shut up."
Fu Bairan's laughter became even more ironic. In this irony, there was also mockery of herself. She had truly loved Yinchao, and perhaps Yinchao had truly loved her, but when it came down to interests, his regret for loving her surfaced.
After all, the one who could bring him great benefits was still Fu Yuran, what a pity.
Since ancient times, the tears of beauties have been the tombs of heroes; he couldn't escape her temptation. Neither of them was innocent; she was also fed up with these days of hiding and seeking.
Had she not thought about it, let them find out then, so what if they did?
Did Bo Yan really dare to kill and set fires?
But thinking of Yinchao's defiance, she still restrained herself, yet Yinchao's attitude now, made her somewhat angry.
"Me, shut up? Yinchao, why should I shut up? It was I who devised the plans that harmed Fu Yuran, but you were the one who ultimately decided the outcome;
