Silence, deathly silence!
Both Ye Fan and Zhao Lina were completely stunned.
After a good while, Ye Fan snapped back to reality, feeling the urge to cry, "Can I say this was just an accident?"
Finally, Zhao Lina regained her senses and her sexy mouth opened.
Ah—
She began to scream hysterically.
Poor Ye Fan, with his hands cuffed and directly facing Zhao Lina, endured the piercing screams that almost split his eardrums, frowning in pain.
After enduring Zhao Lina's piercing screams for over two minutes, Ye Fan finally saw her quiet down.
Zhao Lina's pretty face showed no anger, only boundless coldness. Her beautiful eyes shot out a cold light as she said in an indifferent voice, "Put down my leg, and I promise to leave you a complete corpse."
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "Can we be reasonable, please? This is entirely an accident."
"You talk to me about reason, who should I talk to about reason?" Zhao Lina shouted angrily, her heart filled with grievance and humiliation.