"But they won't be so eager to kill you. If you kill Timothy, Timothy's father will go mad with revenge on you, putting you in even more danger."
Ya Shitian said coldly, "If they want to kill me, they better have the skills. As long as I can escape, they'll never find me."
After speaking, he pushed Ye Anqi aside and walked over to pull open the wardrobe.
Timothy had drunk too much and was knocked out, now he was sleeping like the dead, oblivious to everything.
Even if he were to be killed, he'd probably feel nothing.
Ya Shitian yanked out his body and intended to strangle him with one of Ye Anqi's dresses.
Seeing he was serious, Ye Anqi jumped in fright.
"Ya Shitian, stop!" she rushed up to intercept him.
"Get out of the way, he must die!"
"No, you can't kill him."
Ya Shitian's eyes were gloomy, "Why not? You can't bear to part with him?"
"If he dies, you'll be in trouble too."
Right now, Ya Shitian had nothing. It would be very easy for old Mr. Timothy to kill him.
