C115 Last Lesson

Ye Yiwei's voice was as cold as a frosted poison, wreaking havoc on Mu Ting Chen's chest, sending waves of intense pain down his spine.

The man quietly picked up the clothes on the floor and tried to avoid the dust.

He raised his eyes, looking like a woman's pale little face.

"The deal between us has never been up to you."

A clear and cold voice rang out, each word carrying a ruthless tone