Hurry up, faster!
Ling Xiao floored the accelerator, his expression tight with tension.
Meanwhile, Ye Qiu, fueled by rage, rushed towards Chu Cheng and Song Jin's villa, cursing their names and wishing she could dice them into a thousand pieces.
"Wash this dress for me, and don't even think about sleeping until it's clean." In the villa at Green Lake District, Song Jin pointed at a white dress and commanded Xiao Ran. Although the dress was of a classic design and looked expensive, it now lay pitifully on the ground, stained with oil.
Xiao Ran lowered his head helplessly and remained silent. Chu Cheng seemed unable to bear it, "Come on Xiao Jin, it's just a dress. How about we buy a new one tomorrow, okay?"
"Easier said than done." Song Jin glared at him, "Do you think money grows on trees? I want him to learn a lesson. Having such a vengeful mind at such a young age, what will he become when he grows up?"
