Xiang Fengyu and Li Chengxi collapsed onto the ground, struggling even to breathe. Their faces were as pale as a sheet of gray-white wall, cold sweat dripping down incessantly.
"Shang Yide, didn't we have an agreement? Weren't you supposed to avoid meeting her? Weren't you supposed to keep every last penny from her? You've gone back on your word!"
Her finger pointed directly at Shang Yide. Truly, what a rare breed of shameless jerk. Xiang Fengyu's expression contorted viciously—how could she still care about such matters at this moment?
