I started to feel uneasy.

But she really didn't want to give up like this.

"Mr. Song, am I really that ugly?" Pan Xiaolian walked cautiously towards Song Yan. Her voice was so gentle that it almost dripped water.

Song Yan: "No, I just think you're dirty!"

Pan Xiaolian's eyes narrowed: "I'm dirty, how am I dirty?"

"Isn't what you're doing dirty enough?" Song Yan stood up straighter. "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't leave, I won't be polite to you."

"you……"

Pan Xiaolian looked at Song Yan's upright figure hesitantly.

Although sweat was constantly sliding down his face, the determination in his eyes was hard to ignore.

Just as she was hesitating, Song Yan suddenly reached out and pushed Pan Xiaolian hard.

The strength was so great that it was an astonishing change compared to just now.

Pan Xiaolian didn't dare to continue gambling.

Song Yan... has clearly recovered.

Looking at the fierce look in the man's eyes, she had no doubt that Song Yan would tear her apart.

Although she wanted to marry into a wealthy family, she also wanted to live.

She took a few steps back with an embarrassed smile on her face: "I...I'll just...just..."

Before he could finish his words, he turned around and walked out.

Seeing Pan Xiaolian's figure disappear, Song Yan could no longer hold on and staggered to the door.

Lock the door.

Then, he collapsed to the ground, took out his cell phone with difficulty, and dialed Song Qingyu's number.

"Sister Qingyu, save me..."