Lěng Yè stood before Fan Lizhen. Her body trembled slightly from tension, and she kept her head lowered, not daring to meet his eyes.
Lěng Yè's voice was as cold as ice. "Did you hear that clearly? You had better not plot against my belongings again, or your end will be even more miserable than Yan Yanlin's."
These words sent a chill rising up Fan Lizhen's spine, and she had to admit her own helplessness.
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