His expression was fierce, looking terrifying in that moment, but his eyes were unmistakably trembling, his lips trembling as well.
Xie Wanqing could tell with just one glance that he was scared to death right now.
Gone was the earlier calm, the composed demeanor.
She felt a strange sense of satisfaction rising in her heart.
So, the thing Heir Lu fears most is her death.
Want to give it a try?
Her neck was being strangled, but it didn't actually affect her speech much—instead, her overly intense emotions rendered her speechless.
After quite a while, she finally felt she could breathe, Xie Wanqing grasped the wrist at her neck and gave him a tragic smile: "Alright, let's try it, how did you deal with them?"
"I'll tell you, Lu Ziyuan, unless you dislocate my jaw, break my arms and legs, have people watch me day and night, otherwise, I will always find a way to die."
Dislocated jaw, broken arms and legs, watched day and night.
