“But you didn’t tell me that not only did you steal Yan Qingcheng’s face, but you also stole her works.”He lifted du Xiaoman’s chin, his gaze scrutinizing her, “Can such a stupid woman like you really seduce Qi Wei? I’m deeply suspicious now.”
Du Xiaoman lay on the ground, shivering.
The man smiled, got up, crossed his arms, and sat down. “My younger brother is an infatuated person. He’s crazy and wants to drag everyone down to hell. I don’t want to go crazy with him.”
Not only did he not want to go crazy with the other party, but he also wanted to replace him at all times.
Nineteen years ago, when he attacked Yan Qingcheng, he thought that he had finally found the other party’s weakness.
He had even persuaded Yan Qingcheng’s suitor, Xi Jingxing, to help him. He had sabotaged Qi Wan and dealt a variety of blows to Qi Wan.
