C93 Chapter 93

Anwei never would’ve imagined that Yang Zimu was already standing at the door, separated by nothing but a wall. She could see that face clearly—so disgusting.

What a waste of a pretty exterior.

At the orphanage, those innocent kids were treated like they were less than dirt when she talked about them. What kind of person looks at life so cheaply?

Yang Zimu didn’t understand—and didn’t want to