"I... don't know what you're talking about!"
Yi Sen couldn't believe it. He refused to believe that Lai Qinghuan was such a woman.
He dared not believe she was a venomous woman!
To this moment, he still wanted to give her another chance.
"You are obstinately clinging to your course. It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin," Mu Jingxi snuffed out his cigarette butt, stood up, and took two steps forward, "Since you don't believe it, then I'll give you the opportunity to be thoroughly disillusioned."
......
During this time, Lai Qinghuan had been having nightmares, dreaming that her secrets had been exposed.
Qiao An, with a loathsome face, strutted triumphantly in front of her, stepping on her, while she could only watch helplessly as Jingxi and Qiao An were together.
Waking from the nightmare.
Lai Qinghuan gasped for air, her body drenched in cold sweat.
What's going on?
Are the thoughts of the day affecting the dreams of the night?
