C87 Demonic Capital

At the same time, Zhao Ye was curled up on the sofa at home. All his years of hard work had been ruined along with his expulsion. His so-called pride had been completely crushed and trampled by Qin Chuan.

"Qin Chuan, you and I are irreconcilable!" Zhao Ye's face was ferocious, and the hatred in his heart for Qin Chuan was increasing.

"Hubby, it doesn't matter if you lose your job