Su Yamo's eyes were fixed on Wang Yan, almost shooting out flames.
"My God, he saw my whole body, not only saw it but also touched it."
"How can I marry anyone in the future, how can I find a boyfriend, my poor hands have never even been touched by a man."
"This bastard, talking about detoxification, he's just a thug. He holds a grudge because I said I would punish him for fighting in school, and now he's here to get back at me."
"I can't live like this, I'll kill him, even if it means dying myself."
Su Yamo's face grew redder, and the murderous intent in her eyes became more intense. She glanced around and suddenly noticed the handgun on her uniform. Xie Xiaoxian extended a hand, grabbed the gun, and raised it, pointing the dark muzzle at Wang Yan.
Su Yamo's expression turned icy cold, her eyes bloodshot, almost frenzied as she gritted her teeth and forced out a few words: "Wang Yan, I want you dead."
