C516 I Love Whoever Treats Me Well

Love, hate.

Right now, he hated him, and he wished he could cut him into a thousand pieces.

Hua Yan saw that Beiming Ye's body seemed to be covered in a thick layer of sorrow.

"I'm not that holy mother. I definitely don't love her."

Hua Yan said coldly.

"You like God Ling Han?"

He asked again.

After a round, this question came back.

"I don't know. I love whoever treats me well