Shen Mosheng really came back?
All the previous investigations were fake, right?
Everything will change back to how it was before, right?
The more she thought, the more uncertain she felt in her heart.
The more uncertain she felt, the more restless she became.
"Snap—" Ye Haofan suddenly closed his laptop, looking coldly at Han Yingying, "Can't you be quiet?"
"I can't calm down."
"Do you need me to knock you out?"
"You really are a devil." Han Yingying couldn't help but glare at him.
A man nearly six foot three, muscle-bound, was actually talking about knocking out a woman just over five foot three, who couldn't even truss up a chicken—the man was simply a tyrant.
"Right, I'm a devil, so if you don't calm down, I'll really throw you off the plane."
"You... sophist!"
"You can keep cursing, provoke me, and you'll see the joys of sharp-tongued retorts."
