"Go ahead, kill me!"
Leng Muling's cheekbones were about to be crushed, yet there wasn't a trace of fear in her eyes, "You're so capable, Lu Mian, why are you still holding back against me?
You, Lu Mian, so capable, you think I'll surrender quickly!
But you didn't expect this, did you? You didn't manage to lock me up, and I went out to ruin your reputation. Not only do you have to pay with countless amounts, but you also have to be scorned and humiliated by women across the land!
How angry you must be!"
Leng Muling was like a fishbone, stubbornly stuck in Lu Mian's throat.
Never before had he been provoked so obviously, nor had he been so out of control.
He dragged Leng Muling up, forcefully slamming her against the sharp corner of the table.
"Bang—"
Blood splattered everywhere.
Leng Qiu rushed over, charging towards Leng Muling, holding her and screaming, "Miss! Miss!"
