Faced with the undisguised murderous intent radiating from Shen Ye, Cheng Jianyuan’s limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. His face turned paper-white, and cold sweat poured down his forehead in sheets. He felt as if ten scythes were pressed against his throat, rendering him unable to utter a single word. He knew that Shen Ye was truly capable of killing them; to him, snuffing out their lives would be no different than crushing a few ants underfoot.
Cheng Jianyuan looked at Li Menglan, his eyes filled with a desperate plea for her to provide an answer. Terrified to the point of collapse, Li Menglan dared not feign ignorance in the face of Shen Ye’s killing aura. She stammered, "M-Mr. Shen, I—I think there must be some misunderstanding here. Please, do not be angry. Let me explain everything to you slowly."
Shen Ye’s expression remained as icy as ever, chilling to the bone. Li Menglan gulped hard, her mind racing as she frantically searched for a plausible excuse, but she soon realized that there was none—they were entirely in the wrong.
Chapter 87