Su Yan sneered coldly and nodded without hesitation, "Yes."
Ever since Shen Chizheng passed away, she herself had clearly felt the changes within her.
It was as if a demon had taken residence in her heart; she had never cursed anyone with such resentment before.
She just wanted to kill him with her own hands and watch him die before her eyes.
"Gu Chaohan, you're a murderer. It's only right that a life should repay a life. I don't just want you dead; I want you to die badly!"
Gu Chaohan tugged at the corner of his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But faced with her gaze, he felt that no matter what he said, it would be powerless.
He couldn't ease the hatred in her heart—only make her hate more.
Finally, he raised the corner of his lips and smiled faintly, not fearing her irrational state, gradually relaxing his grip on her wrist.
Su Yan noticed his relaxation and took the opportunity to break free from his grasp.
