iful victim," Xiangwan said expressionlessly, "You regret letting your sister be friends with me, and you feel sorry for her. I regret being friends with her even more, it's brought trouble to the res...All around, there were gasps of astonishment. Pei Song's face changed, and he looked at He Hanchuan with confusion: "He Dong, what do you mean by this"

He then leisurely retracted his long legs and focused his gaze on the stunned A-wan's face, a smile playing on his lips: "Didn't Young Master Pei say there was nothing to play Now isn't there something to play"

Only those who jump into the water on a cold winter day know how freezing it is. But no one dares to speak out. As for He Hanchuan, he is a man whose mere stomp of his feet can shake B City to its core.

Among these young rich kids, he's at most called "Xiao," but he is the "Zong." You can tell from the title that he's not one of those second-generation heirs who rely on their families.

Although the Pei family was not an ordinary small household, Pei Song did not dare to provoke He Hanchuan easily. Glancing at Xiang Wan being held in his arms, he immediately understood: "It turns out to be Mr. He's person. We were blind."

He also didn't deny it, lowering his head to look at the wine on the table. He raised a glass casually and said, "What you said is just everyone having fun, isn't it You should play however you want. If I disturbed your peace of mind, that's all my fault."

"How could I possibly let Mr. He spend money on this"

"It's your birthday, so of course I have to treat you. You guys have fun first, I'll be up in a bit." He finished speaking, pulled A-Wan into his arms, and ignored Pei Song's reaction as he turned and walked away, leaving the group behind stunned with their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

Until the two of them walked off the rooftop, the person splashing in the water dared only to shout hoarsely, “Hurry up and pull me up!”

The surroundings quickly returned to revelry, but Bei Song stared at the half-cleaned wine bottles on the ground as Xiang Wan tidied up, his face grim.

Huanwan was grabbed by He Hanchuan's shoulders and dragged into the elevator. As soon as the door closed, he threw her aside like trash, and her unsteady legs caused her to instinctively grab onto the elevator wall.

He stared at her, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "What were you going to do next if I hadn't shown up Striptease for the crowd Hmm"

"I..." In fact, before He Hanchuan arrived, she already had the answer. It's just that he arrived in time. After a pause, she lowered her head and said, "If Mr. He hadn't come, I would have taken it off."

He raised an eyebrow, his voice icy cold: "Perhaps that man just now was right. Xiang Wan, you really are quite the flirt. If I hadn't come, were you still going to hook up with some rich kid to get out of here Huh"

"Yes," she clutched her fingers, trembling slightly: "But isn't that what He wants to see A would-be murderer, abandoned by family, ostracized by colleagues, trampled upon by everyone. Having me strip is only the bare minimum. My future will be like this, who can I expect to save me time and time again"

When she spoke, her eyes were slightly red, but she didn't cry. Her familiar brows and eyes somehow gave off a sense of decadent beauty.

He stared at her, feeling a strange prickle in his chest. It wasn't pain, but it was uncomfortable. "What do you mean"

She was desperate now, "You all say I ruined Jiang Qingran, but actually...it was her who ruined me. You like her, so you try every means to get revenge for her on me, but what about me What about my debts My life is ruined because of her. If I wasn't afraid that Mr. He would be unhappy and harm my family, I wouldn't even want to see the sun rise every day because...your so-called world is my hell."

This is what's in her heart.

He suddenly remembered her hollow eyes the day she got out of prison, and inexplicably felt like he knew something. "What would you have done if we hadn't met that day"

She didn't speak.

The lights in the elevator were a bit dim, casting her in a shadow that made it feel like she could vanish at any moment. She raised an eyebrow, and He Hanchuan grabbed her slender wrist, his voice laced with anger: "Speak!"is child!" Old Master He slammed the teapot onto the table and glared at the two people on the sofa opposite him.While Wan held onto her clothes a little less tightly, she didn't completely let go. He...