Shangguan Ye gave a thumbs-up to Qiao Xiaren: "You guys should've realized the truth a long time ago and let this pathetic man explode on the spot."
"Xiaren, is there anything else you want to ask this kid while he's still alive?"
"There's nothing worth talking to this kind of person about." Qiao Xiaren took a few steps forward, squatted down, and firmly grabbed the man's chin with one hand, "Ye Mohan, since you loved being Qiao Anchu's dog so much, you can continue being her dog in hell."
"Xiaren?"
Xiaren suddenly stood up, taking a contemptuous look at the man on the ground.
The setting sun cast down, wrapping her in a golden hue. As her lips curled into a smile, it seemed her beauty had suddenly amplified, revealing exquisitely refined features, utterly breathtaking.
At the very moment that Ye Mohan was stunned into silence, she suddenly stepped back, lifted her leg, and kicked with force that spoke of wild ruthlessness.