He averted his gaze and suddenly said with some displeasure, "Ugh, a couple of days ago, that guy Jiang Cong was telling me that he wanted to see Ye Feifei again, asked me to find an opportunity to take him to have a drink with Ye Feifei. That bastard is really infatuated. He's gone through several waves of women, but still can't forget what Ye Feifei looks like when she's drunk! Hmph…"
Shen Sirui's face didn't look good, and An Qi stood silently, not daring to respond.
Speaking of which, An Qi seemed to fear Shen Sirui more than Xia Yichu did.
Over there, lying on the bed, Shen Sirui took a ghostly drag of his cigarette and said, "I think even now you still don't understand which step went wrong, leading to Ye Feifei's suspicion, huhuhuhuhuhu…"
He laughed again.
But An Qi felt that his laughter, in this dark night, always sounded eerie and unsettling.
