118 One Meter

Qiu Ye felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it all.

"I'll go down and take a look."

Bo Silin reached out and pressed Qiu Ye down on the car.

His hands were full of strength, and he didn't look as weak as he did just now.

The corner of Qiu Ye's mouth twitched. "Bo Silin, you really were f*king pretending!"

"Don't disturb her. Wait."

"I..."

"Or do you want to settle the score with me?"

When Qiu Ye saw Bo Silin's sinister smile in the rearview mirror, his long and narrow eyes were filled with unconcealed coldness. He opened his thin lips and began to speak.

 "He only has a broken leg, so he can only stay in the hospital and eat nutritious porridge.

"At least some people can still go on shows to direct them and get a pen touched by their idol.

"That was what you said, right?"

Qiu Ye's scalp went numb.

Wasn't these the exact words he had said to the camera when he was showing off?