2141,Who am I really?
"However, I need to emphasize once more, this will be the last time you ever see your phone from me."
After saying this, Yu Lingqian hung up the phone and then pressed the power-off button.
"Yu Lingqian, you..."
Shen Jiaoyang intended to say something more, but a cold busy tone already echoed from the other end of the line.
In the early hours of the morning, winter in C City, the temperature had dropped significantly.
Shen Jiaoyang stood by the balcony wearing a bathrobe, her exquisitely beautiful face contorted with anger.
Her hand tightly gripping the phone, exerting so much force that her knuckles turned slightly white.
"Yu Lingqian, your source of happiness can only be me. If it's not me, I would rather you forever sink into the painful hell..."
As she said these words, Shen Jiaoyang's eyes sparkled with a harsh and ominous, eerie light.
She gazed into the hazy darkness ahead, her left hand instinctively caressing her face.
