Lin Yao's face was pushed in front of the computer by Joe, and even if she didn't want to look, the large words on the news were imprinted in her eyes.
Staring at those words under the faint computer glow, Lin Yao's expression started to twist.
Why wasn't she killed by the car!
Looking at the words, Lin Yao's already twisted expression became even more ferocious because of her gaunt face.
Recently, living between feast and famine, and under the influence of the drugs, Lin Yao had become rapidly emaciated.
Once extraordinarily beautiful, her face had lost its former allure. The cheekbones jutted out on her almost fleshless face.
Lin Yao gazed at the screen, at Lin Yue's face, seeming more beautiful than usual, and thought of her own now unpresentable, gaunt face.
And the bastard she hadn't even seen yet...
Lin Yao's heart was already filled with poison. Why didn't the car kill them!
Heavens are truly blind!
