When Zhou Yi saw the news, especially when he confirmed that Yan Shixiu's car was involved in the accident, his originally furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and a smile gradually formed on his lips.
He wanted that bitch to die without a place to be buried.
Now it's good, not only is An Lan taken care of, but another one is taken with her.
"Yan Shixiu, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for getting involved with that bitch An Lan. Out of all the well-born ladies you could have picked, you just had to fancy this piece of trash, so you got what was coming to you. It's your own fault."
Zhou Yi was feeling smug, having already taken out champagne, ready to celebrate, but just then, he received a call from the mysterious boss.
"Mr. Mei, congratulations, your wish has been fulfilled."
"Heh, wish fulfilled? They're perfectly fine at the hospital for a check-up!"
"Impossible!" Zhou Yi exclaimed as he sprang up from the couch, "Yan Shixiu's car was squashed flat."
