She wasn't afraid of Gu Qingli's identity; she feared this person would kill her to silence her. Jiang Lile stopped and asked with a deep breath, "What do you want?"
"We don't want anything. Just help me get this done; otherwise, I don't have much patience." The man smirked. The cat-and-mouse game was over. He advanced, pressing her into a corner.
"Help—" Jiang Lile panicked. She opened her mouth to shout, but the attacker grabbed her throat before she could utter more than a single sound.
The attacker's eyes narrowed, and he tightened his grip. This stupid woman! Since she refused the easy way, she'll learn the hard way.
Jiang Lile's eyes rolled back as her hands clawed desperately at the hand choking her.
When he saw her face turn pale and judged she'd had enough, the attacker loosened his grip, throwing her to the ground and looking at her with contempt.
