But Xue Fanghua still remembered the grudge against him for shooting her earlier. Any hope she had immediately shattered once again.
Wu Hao kept a cold expression, watching Xue Fanghua nervously.
"Xue Fanghua, don't be so arrogant. If I can't live well, you won't have a good life either when you get out."
"When I get out?" Xue Fanghua seemed to hear the funniest joke ever. "Let's talk when you manage to survive until then."
Saying that, Xue Fanghua slammed the phone down fiercely.
She stood up and cast Wu Hao a taunting glance.
"..." Wu Hao sat stiffly in his spot, gripping the phone tightly, his teeth grinding in anger...
His face was filled with despair and pain.
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October brought crisp autumn weather, and the air had turned brisk.
After waking up, Jing Yiren found that her wardrobe had already been switched to an entirely new collection of autumn outfits.
