Leng Yixiu stared blankly at his right hand, now empty, holding nothing. He just watched helplessly as Lin Yixun disappeared from his sight, unable to do anything.
The man's fingers gradually tightened, his gaze suddenly turning bloodthirsty. He slowly got up from the cold ground, step by step walking towards Cheng Ying, who was being held by bodyguards, and the next moment, he firmly gripped her neck.
"Why, why did you do this!"
"Why? Haha... Haha..." Cheng Ying suddenly laughed out loud. She laughed and laughed until tears streamed down, "You ask me why? Don't you know the reason? I hate Lin Yixun, I hate her! If it weren't for her, would you and I have come to this point? Now it's good, that bitch Lin Yixun is finally dead! Hahaha... She's finally dead!"
