"Tsk tsk tsk, can't even mention it? Seems like you've suffered more than I imagined recently. Seen a psychologist yet? Want me to recommend one for you?" Jiayi advanced step by step, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Su Yan was on the verge of breaking down, but from somewhere she found the strength to yank her arm free and fiercely slapped Jiayi's face: "I told you to shut up, did you hear me!"
Jiayi's reflexes were incredibly fast; she grabbed the hand that Su Yan had swung at her and stared at her coldly: "Two lives are waiting for you to pay for them, Su Yan, you can't escape."
Other than Xiaolei, her miscarriage, and Su Yan also had indirect involvement.
This time, she wouldn't make the same mistakes as Su Yan.
Su Yan's eyes widened as she saw the chilling glare in Jiayi's eyes shooting at her like icy arrows.
Just then, the door to the stairwell on the other side of the corridor was pushed open, and the sound of cameras clicking filled the air.