Lin Yixun felt stabbed and bleeding from those two words; Leng Yixiu always managed to effortlessly hit her where it hurt the most, then deliver a fatal blow.
But why, why did he have to treat her like this?
She had repaid everything she owed him three years ago. She didn't owe him anything anymore, so why did he still act as if she owed him a million dollars?
Lin Yixun quickly gathered herself from the initial panic. She even felt somewhat grateful, thankful that the years at Nightshade had given her an inhuman self-healing ability and the skill of disguise.
She suddenly smiled, "Oh, it's Mr. Leng. Sorry, I didn't recognize you at first."
Before going out tonight, she had meticulously applied her makeup. Under the dim yellow light, her eyes were big and bright, her palm-sized face was as fair as snow, and her beauty was breathtaking—though the smile did not reach her eyes.
