The darkness extended inside and outside the door, and even the sound-controlled lights in the corridor dimmed after the elevator dinged.
Knowing that Luo Changchuan had already left, Chen Jiayuan was full of pride.
"What, are you still hoping that Luo will come to save you? Bah!"
Chen Jiayuan glared at Wan Mingyi with bloodshot eyes, "You don't even look at what kind of garbage you are! Do you deserve it?"
He grabbed a silk scarf and stuffed it into Wan Mingyi's mouth.
Then he tore off the tie around his neck and tied Wan Mingyi's wrists behind her back.
Chen Jiayuan slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Still dissatisfied.
Chen Jiayuan stood up, walked forward, pulled open the curtains in the living room with a crash, then turned to look at Wan Mingyi, "Don't you like being watched on stage? Today I'll let you perform to your heart's content!"
From the moment Luo Changchuan left, she had already embraced the thought of certain death.