Fake Bankruptcy: The Pampered Wifey of an Imperious President

In the room which was so dark, she couldn't see her fingers in front of her face, Shu Yin's breathing was becoming increasingly ragged. She could hear her heart pounding against her chest madly as loud as the Big Ben. The air seemed to be tinged with a pungent scent of blood which was wafting into her nose and mouth. She covered her mouth and leane