Jiangcheng Mansion No. 1, The "Violet" box on the third floor.
The light of the crystal chandelier shattered on the expensive Persian carpet, like gold flowing on the ground. In the air, the sweet scent of cigars mixed with the scent of expensive perfumes from ladies, forming an invisible net that isolated Lin Fan.
The collar of the T-shirt he was wearing had been washed a little loosely, and the white color was almost gray. Sitting here like an intruder.
Opposite her, Su Qingwan had exquisite makeup, and her facial features still looked like Lin Fan's infatuation, but there was a layer of ice in her beautiful eyes.
She stretched out her kodan-coated fingers and pushed a pure black bank card in front of Lin Fan.
"Let's break up."
