"You deserve it. You've bankrupted me. It was a great mercy that I didn't stab you to death. You'd better let go now and let me go, or I can stab you again. This time, I will certainly find the right spot to stab you so that you end up infertile and spend the rest of your life in misery," Xing Yujun said venomously.
Her neck was tightly constricted by her own clothes, and her speech sounded like sandpaper scraping on a blackboard, making one's scalp tingle. Coupled with Xing Yujun's malicious words, she was like a real-life wicked witch.
Xu Ke gave the woman a cold glance and calmly called the police and then an ambulance.
Hearing that Xu Ke actually called the police, Xing Yujun's struggle intensified immediately, "Xu Ke, you're not human, you're a coward. You actually called the police. This is a private matter between us, why report it to the police? Don't you have any sense of shame?"
