The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed her senses, her eyes rolling back uncomfortably.
She felt like he was about to strangle her to death.
Damn, if she survives this time, she must strangle him back fiercely and let him experience what it feels like to be unable to breathe.
Watching Zhang Xiang lay hands on Jiang Ruan, Bao Ye's face could no longer maintain its composure.
The man's eyes were filled with gloom and coldness.
His hand veins were taut.
Zhang Xiang sneered, "You want to be my hostage? Don't think I don't know, you're just looking for a way to save her."
"To tell you the truth, my target is it, this kind of cheap woman deserves to die."
"Is that so."
Bao Ye continued, pressing down his anger, his voice even colder than before, "What if I give you fifty million?"
"Let her go, fifty million directly into your account, and I'll get you across the border, where I'll have luxury cars and villas ready for you."
Hearing Bao Ye's serious tone.
