C115 Each of Them Had Their Own Argument

Lee Qian lay on the bed, her delicate brows furrowed and her breathing shallow and rapid, clearly in great discomfort.

A young man, dressed sharply and smirking with self-satisfaction, stood at the bedside, looking down at Lee Qian as if she were prey he had successfully captured. Without asking, Zhao Lei knew this had to be Guo Wenjie