"I don't have as much money as you, and if you feel like you were short-changed last night, you could always find a few girls at the nightclub to make up for it with these few thousand in cash," Chi Ying said, pulling out a stack of cash from her purse and tossing it cavalierly into the wine-red pocket of his suit.
The money from her embrace scattered all over the ground.
Chi Ying trembled, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
His words pierced through her heart like a sharp blade.
The scars that had taken so long to heal were once again torn open, bleeding profusely...
She clenched her fists tightly until her nails dug into her flesh, then she suddenly came to her senses, "You madman, you're really sick. Take a little more and buy some medicine."
Her eyes reddened as she pulled out the remaining bills and threw them at his face.
She hadn't!!
She had only been drugged and framed; she knew nothing at all!
But who could she tell these words to?
