Bloodied and bruised, Liu Bin had his neck grasped and was violently smashed against the windshield.
Lin Yan cried out in her heart, replacing the windshield, compensating for medical expenses—this was no longer just about 150,000.
Blood flowed from his head, glass shards embedded in his scalp, Liu Bin howled in pain, his vision blurred by blood.
Lin Yan ran over to Liu Bin, her face pale and drained of blood, her eyes swollen and red.
"What are you doing? You could kill someone like that."
Lu Chenyuan sneered coldly, "Feeling pity? I never thought you were capable of doing such a thing under my watch."
Lu Chenyuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger towards Lin Yan.
He found it laughable that if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never believe that the girl he thought was simple and uncalculating could also engage in deceit and gold-digging.
Lin Yan was disheartening, everything before seemed like a joke.