"Qingqing, I told you, you can't escape from the palm of my hand! You know, if you want to escape, give me what I want! Only then can I truly set you free!" Jia Luo's voice, like a ghost, kept echoing in her ears.
An Ziqing felt a gaze above her head.
She looked up and found Ling Chuan standing in another room, looking down at her.
The coldness in his eyes was like the eternal glaciers of Greenland Island.
Cold and piercing.
Her heart was struck hard.
She instinctively wanted to call out to him.
But what good would it do to call out?
Ling Chuan saw her rush to pick up the phone and make a call to Jia Luo; who knows what he might think?
An Ziqing looked at the phone and sighed.
She wanted to smash the phone too.
But she couldn't.
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Recently, Li Xian has become quite famous.
Because there have been rumors outside about how Miss Li Xian, the heiress of Licai Group, was abandoned by her fiancé, Young Master Ling.
