She reached for the cup on the nightstand, circled her hand around Hu Dingkun's head, and smashed it down with force.
A thud sounded—the cup didn't break, but Hu Dingkun's head did, blood flowing from the back of his skull to his neck. His body rocked slightly, and after touching his head, he laughed.
"Do you know how all three of my ex-wives died?"
Hu Dingkun grabbed her wrist.
Clang—
The cup fell to the ground and shattered on impact.
With his hands full of blood, he strangled her neck, eyes splitting with rage, "They died because they didn't obey."
The elevator was under maintenance; footsteps and voices echoed in the empty, eerie stairwell.
"Don't make this more complicated for me, do you hear me?"
Ms. Tan was commanding on the phone.
Chen Debao was indifferent, "Just like that, we're letting that old coot Hu Dingkun off easy?" He had been eyeing that girl for years.
