Urban sadomasochism + rebirth and counterattack + slap in the face and revenge
"Shen Youhuang, you've got both the stolen goods and the stolen goods, what else do you have to say?"
The harsh female voice was filled with undisguised pride, like a rusty knife, scraping across Shen Youhuang's eardrums.
Shen Youhuang opened his eyes suddenly.
The dazzling incandescent light caused her pupils to shrink suddenly, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with cheap perfume poured into her nasal cavity. It was no longer the disgusting smell of blood and formalin in the laboratory.
Where is this?
"Sister, this necklace was an eighteenth birthday gift from my father. It's worth three million. If you like it, just tell me. Why did you steal it?" The voice was replaced by a soft, weak, crying female voice.
