Upon hearing his so frank and direct words, An Xin's face flushed red, like a ripe tomato.
She bit her lip slightly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and shyness, completely at a loss as to what to do.
Tang Yuchen released her with a smile, his hand ambiguously patting her cheek, "Baby, wait for my call tomorrow."
An Xin could only nod, her heart too excited to utter a word.
After he drove away, a proud and sweet smile uncontrollably curved on her lips.
An Ruo, with you dead, he is mine, forever mine alone.
Tang Yuchen glanced at the rearview mirror and saw An Xin's figure, his eyes undisguisedly showing a bloodthirsty murderous intent.
Even though there was currently no evidence to prove that An Ruo had been murdered by her.
But he knew it was her.
Aside from her, there was no one else.
An Xin, you better pray I don't find any evidence. Otherwise, I will make sure you know just how terrifying hell can be.
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