Xiao Yihe gave a sardonic smile, his narrow eyes fixed on An Lan with a venomous glare.
"What do I want to do? Of course, I want to drag you and Huo Zhanting to hell with me. Why should I be living in such misery while you two enjoy your lives? Look at the scars on my face, and at my broken body—it's all because of you. I'll exhaust everything I have to make sure you two accompany me."
At that moment, Xiao Yihe seemed like a vengeful spirit that had crawled out of hell. He lowered his head, and the fierce scars on his face twitched twice, looking extremely terrifying—a writhing worm of flesh. An Lan's face changed slightly; she found Xiao Yihe utterly ridiculous.
He was blaming everything on her and Huo Zhanting now? If not for his repeated greed, how could he have ended up in such a state? Everything he was suffering was a result of his own doing, and yet he dared to say his misery was due to her and Huo Zhanting.
An Lan looked up, unafraid, and met Xiao Yihe's gaze head-on.