An Ziqing felt very afraid.
But she still took the initiative to ask, "Is Li Xian okay?"
"Do you hope she's okay or not okay?" Ling Chuan tried to calm himself down.
"I hope she's okay," An Ziqing said.
"Lies, all lies." Ling Chuan sneered, truly hating her, "An Ziqing, I'll give you a chance! Confess your wrongs first, then we'll continue the topic."
He must give her the chance!
He must!
An Ziqing was puzzled, "What wrong am I supposed to confess?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know."
A hidden anger simmered beneath his cold face; Ling Chuan stared at the woman in front of him and kicked her hard.
Kicked her squarely in the stomach.
Kicked her so hard that she fell to the ground instantly, blood nearly gushing from the corner of her mouth.
She tried hard to endure, clutching her stomach, utterly confused.
Ling Chuan bent down and grabbed her collar, "Did you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you! An Ziqing!! When will you finally let me go!"
