2092. Sell well here!
Her gaze wanted to move away from this terrifying person.
But this person's eyes were incredibly cold, as if they could capture her sight, making her unable to look away.
"I-I'm sorry... I really don't know how it came to this..."
Ye Zhenzhen's voice lightly trembled, unsure how to explain herself, how she had ended up in such a state today.
"Sorry? Ha..."
The hand pinching her chin suddenly tightened.
Harshly, with great force.
As if at any moment, it would puncture her skin and crush her bones.
"I spent so much money, gave you such a perfect face, went through so much trouble, provided you with such an identity, and now you tell me you don't know why this happened?"
Just as those words fell, a booted right foot suddenly kicked fiercely.
"Bang!"
The force of that kick sent Ye Zhenzhen flying, crashing hard against the door behind her, then sliding to the ground.
