C56 Yan Xi Was on the Verge of Death

Inside Lee Yichen's dilapidated factory, the surroundings were pitch-black and utterly dilapidated. It was filled with the rancid smell of stolen goods fermenting.

"Hey!" Wake up! Wake the f * ck up! " Lee Yichen kept slapping at Yan Xi's pale face with his dark and rough hands.

Her hair was disheveled over her face, her thin lips were pressed tightly together, and her lips, once tender and red