"If you know it's wrong, go into the kitchen to cook dinner." Ling Weihao said coldly.
There was supposed to be dinner tonight, but when he thought of unimportant occasions and drinking with friends and guests, he got a headache.
Yang Shuting came into the kitchen with the food on the table, and her face was as pale as transparent. She could only feel that her legs were weak, and she collapsed on the floor, afraid that she couldn't stand it.
She covered her chest, calmed her panic, took a deep breath, and almost gave herself away earlier. Secretly, she looked back at Ling Weihao, who was sitting on the sofa. He was smoking a cigarette in the living room.
Her body and mind have already been scarred by him. If you continue like this, she really will die in his hands. She doesn't want to
