The ceramic piece that Ye Jiaqi was holding in her hand was very sharp. She looked at Fang Lan with a pondering expression.
It turned out that Fang Lan was no different from her imagination.
Harsh, cold-blooded and ruthless.
Fang Lan was, and so was Qiao Sinian.
"Ye Jiaqi, don't act recklessly!" Fang Lan said in a slightly scared voice.
Her chest hurt from being scalded by the coffee. The clothes were stuck to her body, but she couldn't feel that anymore. Her hands were shaking constantly.
A woman like Ye Jiaqi could do anything. She wasn't scared of death or prison! What can't she do!
Ye Jiaqi took a step forward and said, "Fang Lan, so you know that it's been three years then? Apologize to me, and apologize to my baby."
The sharp edge of the ceramic piece was pointed towards Fang Lan. Fang Lan took a few steps back in a hurry.
But behind her was the cold and hard wall, she had no way out.