Ye Zhaoyi lit a cigar.
There are many people who smoke in this world, but not many who smoke cigars.
On one hand, good cigars are hard to come by; on the other hand, not everyone likes the taste of cigars.
Ye Zhaoyi is rather unique, she only smokes cigars.
"Hooo—"
After slowly exhaling a smoke ring, Ye Zhaoyi looked at Su Fan with somewhat complicated eyes.
She said seriously, "You might not believe it, but I really want to settle the score with you now."
"Even though doing so might seem ungrateful, for someone like me, neither morality nor law is of concern; they're just jokes to me."
"Even if I've done something like burning bridges, I would do so with a clear conscience, without any mental burden, nor would my heart suffer any torment."
"Do you believe that?"
Su Fan nodded, "I believe."
He could only believe, because it was Ye Zhaoyi who had personally strangled Ye Linxi's wife, Ye Linxi's concubine, and Ye Linxi's three sons, who are her three cousins, not long ago.
