Bai Haoxue could no longer find the words to describe Lu Chenyang's various actions.
The life of Tang Yunyun, and the life of their shared child.
These two vibrant, beautiful lives meant less than roadside trash to Lu Chenyang. He felt not a shred of guilt or remorse.
Over the years, Lu Chenyang wantonly enjoyed the applause, flowers, and adoration of countless people.
He lived the best life, lacking neither money nor women, with fine wine, luxury cars, and mansions. His days were Paper Drunk Gold, and very satisfying.
And what about Tang Lingmu? Deep in the abyss of sorrow, guilt, and remorse over the loss of his sister and his nephew, he couldn't find release...
As for Lu Chenyang, not only did he fail to repent, he would occasionally stab Tang Lingmu again, tearing open his freshly healed scars.
Such a man must be ruined and scorned, like a rat crossing the street, to be hunted by everyone... Bai Haoxue felt that otherwise, she was unworthy of being Tang Lingmu's agent.
