The moonlight was cold, and her silhouette was bleak.
Li Si tightened her collar, hugged her arms, and stared into the distance, her pair of limpid, long eyes unfocused.
Her dream was to become a music teacher. Perhaps dreams will always remain just that—dreams.
SCREECH!!
An SUV stopped not far away.
His face bruised, swollen, and smeared with blood, Li Changqing climbed out of the vehicle angrily. Upon seeing Li Si standing at the door, he stalked straight toward her.
"Sisi, who exactly was that guy who brought you home yesterday?" Li Changqing's tone was hostile, but a sharp movement pulled at the wounds on his face, causing him to wince in pain. A nameless rage boiled over.
He was the esteemed eldest son of the Li Family, a man who wielded substantial influence in the capital markets. Yet, he had been flipped over on the street, car and all. Not only was he injured, but he had also been utterly humiliated.
"You have no right to know his identity."
