Could this woman have killed Su Xiaoge?
With that thought, Ling Feng's entire face suddenly collapsed.
He quickly turned around and walked to the dressing room door, locking it tightly behind him.
The woman who harmed Su Xiaoge—if she's dead, so be it.
For Su Xiaoge's sake, let her rest in peace.
The troubles afterward, he would face together with the Fourth Master.
Watching the dressing room door being locked, Amy saw the man's face, which remained icy and turned increasingly cold. She had to believe that this man was truly determined to kill her.
If she acted any smarter, she'd end up dead by his hands.
"I... I'll talk..."
Nearly strangled by the man, she barely rasped out two hoarse words from her throat.
As soon as she spoke, the man flung her violently to the ground.
The woman, dressed meticulously in a white dress, seemingly pure and harmless, immediately covered her neck with both hands, coughing incessantly, and only after a while could she barely catch her breath.
