"Uncle, you can handle Ye Shan as you see fit! No matter what you do, I won't have any objections! For a person like him, even if he dies, he deserves it!" Ye Anxin turned her head away, refusing to look at Ye Shan!
For her, Ye Shan was a complete disappointment now, and she felt that looking at him even for another second would taint her eyes.
A person like Ye Shan, whether dead or alive, is only harmful to himself and others.
Mu Beiting leaned back on the sofa, his legs elegantly crossed, his right arm around Ye Anxin, and his left hand rhythmically tapping on his thigh. His deep eyes coldly watched Ye Shan, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, seemingly seriously contemplating how to deal with Ye Shan.
