Does He Even Have a Heart?

Chi Yu fixed her gaze on Wang Ming'an, her eyes blazing like scorching flames, as if they could burn gaping wounds into his flesh. 

It was him, the one who had switched her fate with Ning Jin's, leaving her ravaged by illness and plagued by misfortune.

Yet now, he dared to walk brazenly into the Chi family right before her eyes.

Hatred surged in Chi Yu's heart, an unstoppable torrent.

Since he delivered himself to her doorstep, she wouldn't hesitate to be ruthless.

"Qi Zhao…"

"Yuer, come here."

Chi He's voice interrupted hers, as he smiled and beckoned her over. "Come meet Master Wang."

Chi Yu frowned, remaining rooted to the spot, scrutinizing Chi He.

He was the one who invited this so-called "master"—was Wang Ming'an really the esteemed figure?

Staring at the smile plastered on Chi He's face, Chi Yu felt a chill run down her spine, freezing her from head to toe.

Chi He invited him—what did that signify?