A farmhouse courtyard.
Tang Zhiwei, Fang Yu, and more than a dozen bodyguards sat around a table in an incredibly bizarre arrangement. Lin Qingyi was surrounded in the center, firmly planted in the primary seat. Naturally, it was a seat she had no desire to occupy.
"Be with me." Qi Yuhui’s voice brushed against Lin Qingyi’s ear. His warm breath sprayed against her sensitive neck, sparking a wave of shivers. "Break up with him right now."
Chapter 81