With a loud bang, the hard ashtray smashed onto Mo Lier's head.
The bright red blood flowed down her forehead, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Sitian was pushed to the limit of her anger, and after smashing, she clutched the ashtray tightly, her eyes wide open, breathing heavily.
Almost at the same time, footsteps sounded outside, and the half-closed door was pushed open.
The three officers standing outside stared at the scene in shock.
It was quite clear that Tang Sitian was attempting to harm Mo Lier and had succeeded.
The officers quickly rushed in.
Mo Lier's face was covered in blood, further accentuating her pale and fragile appearance. She looked at Tang Sitian in front of her and smiled softly, "I guessed you would also be unable to resist hurting me, after all, it was your mother who died, it's understandable for you to hate me..."
