The Return of the Un

"Miss Yang, nothing will happen, right The chairman is still angry about the last time you kicked someone.","Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,After Qin Yi's death, his soul was drawn by the returning tunnel to the eighteenth layer of hell.。