The screen flashed to life, and the sudden assault of images left Ye Yan stunned in place.
On the wide hospital bed, Li Wanru straddled Fu Xingzhou's legs, one strap of her slip dress having slipped off to reveal a shoulder as white as jade.
Her hands were wrapped around Fu Xingzhou's neck, the two seemingly locked in a passionate kiss.
The bodyguard gave Ye Yan a cool look, his tone laced with irony, "With our young miss's charm, no man can escape, not even Mr. Fu."
"That's not true," Ye Yan shook her head, "Fu Xingzhou wouldn't."
"Whether he would or not, aren't you seeing it very clearly? They seem pretty intense."
Ye Yan glared at him, "You think you're helping her? Fu Xingzhou will never let Li Wanru go, nor the Li Family. When the time comes, you'll be the chief culprit who killed your miss."
"You don't have to tell me these things, and I certainly won't help you." The bodyguard stood erect, "You just enjoy their splendid performance."
Ye Yan looked back at the screen.