Chu Qingge, Feng Li, works
en colder. He grabbed her hair and glared at her face: "Tell me, who sent this"He was referring to the expensive-looking scarf.Shen Siyin's face turned pale: "Yes, it was sent by Miss Chu. I was with...ver, pulling Li shi back just before her head hit the bedpost."Let me go, let me die! I want to be with my husband, let me go!"Li's determination to die was unwavering. She would not even allow hersel...