"Yes." Chen Chen nodded and then went out.
Ye Qingcheng sneered, "Su Changfeng, by this time next year, the grass on your grave should be about a meter high. You might not even have anyone to bury you, after all, you're just a coward."
When Ye Qingcheng saw her nails, her anger flared up instantly. Her delicate fingers were ruined by such a lousy manicurist, and she hadn't yet cooled down her fury.
Ye Qingcheng called security and instructed, "Find out which guy brought the person who just did my manicure, and get that guy in here immediately. Also, have that manicurist's shop trashed."
Recently, Dong Hao was in a particularly bad mood. Su Changfeng and Yue Qingshan were living under the same roof. Although he knew that Yue Qingshan wouldn't do such things, it made him uncomfortable thinking of them being together day and night.
