"Scrap is indeed scrap. Long Xiliang treats you like a discarded shoe, and you still have feelings for him? Lu Xiaoyou, this makes you seem a bit lowly!"
Qinghuang frowned slightly. She looked down on Lu Xiaoyou even more because Feng Zheyu liked her.
And this woman, Lu Xiaoyou, was abandoned by Long Xiliang and still couldn't forget the man who discarded her. Isn't that despicable?
Before she finished speaking, Lu Xiaoyou grabbed Qinghuang's shoulders and turned her to face herself.
Qinghuang didn't want her touching her and was about to push Lu Xiaoyou's hand away. But at that moment, she froze in place when she met Lu Xiaoyou's gaze.
What a terrifying look. The pressure and authority in her pupils were like invisible hands descending from the sky, slapping Qinghuang on the head.
Lu Xiaoyou spoke, her voice hoarse like a sea demon.
"What did you do last night? How did you kill Long Xiliang?"
