Lin Yixun raised her eyes in horror, only to see the man's body blocking the sunlight, turning into a dark silhouette. She couldn't make out his face, but his voice seemed to come from hell.
"So, you like the game of cat and mouse. How about we play it once more?"
"Lunatic!"
Wasn't the man in front of her indeed a lunatic?
"Yes, I am crazy. And if I'm crazy, it's because of you. Are you satisfied?"
Lin Yixun's vision gradually became clearer. She stared at the man in front of her, feeling that the Leng Yixiu before her was utterly unfamiliar. When did he become like this?
Right now, she would rather Leng Yixiu treat her like he did five years ago—ignore her, treat her as air.
"Since you don't want to play again, how about we get to the main event?"
As soon as the black suit was thrown aside, a roar came from not far away, "Leng Yixiu, stop! You beast! I will kill you!"
