Maybe One Day, You Will Thank Me.

Zhao Qian's exquisite makeup and bright red lipstick added a little sexiness to her.

Her long wavy hair fell diagonally over her right shoulder, revealing a mature charm.

She was wearing a long red dress that accentuated her graceful figure.

A pair of fair and slender legs appeared and disappeared from the slit of her skirt.

Perhaps it was because she had rushed over in such a hurry that the heel of one of her red high heels had broken, making her look like she was limping.

"Ye… Mr. Ye, I beg you, let my brother go..."

She looked at Ye Feng pleadingly.

Ye Feng's gaze was cold. "Do you know that because of his stupidity, I missed the chance to get back the woman I love?"

Zhao Qian hurriedly nodded. "I know. I apologize on his behalf. I'm really sorry."

Ye Feng laughed coldly. "Just a simple apology?"