"Maybe you won't know until you try. Get some rest, you're also very tired tonight," Third Young Master Jun's voice suddenly weakened, but the sound from his throat was stern, "However, I warn you, don't attempt to think of ways to leave. I've had Lie Feng monitor every corner of the villa."
Ye Lu glared at him fiercely, and seeing that he was completely unmoved, her resentment grew even stronger.
She turned and walked out coldly.
"Lu'er, don't be angry with me,"
she then heard his voice, low and misty like the night fog, carrying a trace of pleading. That proud man who had just been so aggressive and domineering was now humbling himself.
Ye Lu turned to look at him. If he could be that cruel, why bother caring about her feelings? He knew that Ling Yan was her friend, yet he still killed Old Ling. In his heart, how much did she weigh? Ha, probably far less than his ambition and desires.
She was too naive, thinking he truly loved her, thinking she really understood him.