I want to hear the news of her death tomorrow

"Forget about this handprint. There's no ink here, I think ..."

"You don't have to go through all that trouble." You Yi grabbed Yan Songnan's half-empty beer bottle and slammed it on the table. The bottle shattered.

"What are you doing?" Yan Songnan was shocked.

You Yi grabbed Yan Songnan's hand and used a shard of glass to make a cut on her index finger. Blood quickly flowed out.

"What are you doing?" Yan Songnan cried out in pain.

You Yi pinched his finger and pressed the injured and bleeding pad of his finger onto his signature.

After the bloody fingerprints were pressed, she immediately shook off Yan Songnan's hand and took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her hands."It's done."

After he wiped his hands, he picked up the paper, folded it twice, and put it in his pocket.

He completed this series of actions very quickly. Yan Songnan flicked the blood bead on his hand."Hey, you're finished."