Ye Shayan's dirty body was a disgrace to their boss.
Ye Shayan's body was covered by the blanket, and her head was exposed. When she heard Ya Quan say that Feng Sheng was coming, her eyes flashed with fear.
Then, hatred gradually appeared in the depths of her eyes.
Feng Sheng!
It was Feng Sheng's fault that she became like this!
The six foreigners had tortured her for the entire night. It was all Feng Sheng's doing!
The person who had caused her to be in this state was actually the man she had loved for so many years!
The pain from last night's torture still lingered in her body. The more Ye Shayan thought about it, the more she hated him.
Two minutes later, Feng Sheng walked into the suite.
When he walked into the room with steady steps and saw Ye Shayan tied to the bed, Feng Sheng glared at her coldly.
"Saint Feng! It really is you! Why are you doing this to me? Why?"