She could still laugh!
Bo Yeyuan's handsome brows rose in angry glares at her, her lips a purple hue, her complexion extremely pale.
He took her slender fingers and pressed them against his handsome face, "How do you want them to die?"
Li Qiyu's hand hooked around his neck, her gaze suddenly caught the pair of figures standing stiffly at the lobby entrance.
Sheng Shinian's brows were tightly furrowed, his look silent, his entire being enveloped in a faint air of melancholy.
Bo Yeyuan abruptly turned around, the two men's eyes meeting, and Bo Yeyuan's was as wildly domineering as if it had licked a bloody knife, a look that could seize every woman's breath.
Li Baiyi opened her eyes wide, her heart as if it were shot by a hundred arrows. Was he Mr. Bo? What a lie, a dozen times handsomer than in the reports!
Why does it have to be Li Qiyu! Such a man should belong to her, Li Baiyi—only she is worthy of him!
Bo Yeyuan suddenly raised his hand, aiming a pistol at Sheng Shinian.