691, Cold-blooded Li Chengyun 15_1

Li Qianze felt a rush of hot blood and angry adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He clenched his fists as each word he spat out felt like an ice pellet hitting a jade plate, "Mo Liusha, I've done what I promised. We are even now. Leave immediately, or else you won't be laughing when my brother comes back."

Mo Liusha curled her cold lips into a defiant smirk.

She continued her snack, eager to test the limits of Li Chengyun's tolerance. Fed up with the absurdity of her marriage and her miserable life, she only wanted to shed the identity of a graceful lady and scream out loud: "To hell with this!"

Jingrong took a few steps out of the villa, and onto the residential area road.