The window was lowered.
Li Sicheng saw the arrogant man leaning against the back seat immediately. Leaning to one side, Li Sicheng had his hair and clothes slightly messy, which looked oddly suspicious. Li Sicheng slowly turned his head, his eyes sharp and deep like a jaguar. Lu Yihan could see hostility in those eyes, silently threatening. Cold and dangerous.
As he glanced inside, all he could see was the ripped clothes Su Qianci was wearing. Not expecting to see that, Lu Yihan was surprised by the scene. Blushing slightly, he felt relieved. So, she was not a victim of domestic violence. However, at the same time, he felt a bit disappointed. Feeling torn, Lu Yihan asked, "You are Qianqian's husband?"
Qianqian? How intimate!
Li Sicheng frowned. Lu Yihan suddenly felt a chill sent down his spine. This man was as terrifying as people said he was.
"You need something?" Li Sicheng's voice was low, with clear distance.
