She didn't know how much longer she could hold on.
Just Fu Nancheng... why aren't you here yet...
Her vision gradually blurred, and Qiao Mo's thoughts began to break off intermittently.
Fu Qingrou's gaze was indifferent as she looked at the trace of blood seeping from her calf, then turned to her subordinate and said lightly, "Tell me, at this rate, when will her leg break?"
The strong man's heart tightened, and he stood in front of Fu Qingrou with his head down.
He turned to look at Qiao Mo lying on the ground.
"I'll give you five more minutes, and if her leg is still intact, I'll take yours." Fu Qingrou spoke softly, her tone light, yet it made the strong man break out in a cold sweat.
Immediately, the strong man gripped the iron rod in his hand more tightly, a sinister glint in his eyes as he looked at Qiao Mo.
The iron rod in his hand was raised high.
Qiao Mo's heart tightened, feeling as if her leg was actually going to break this time!
