"Yang Zi'er, I warn you... put away your little tricks... My woman, only I can bully! If you dare to harm Xiaonuan again, I'll make you die miserably."
A voice that seemed to come from hell coldly said.
Yang Zi'er propped herself up, and at this moment, the butler came over with a sobering soup, looked at Yang Zi'er, and suddenly, the sobering soup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang!"
Shattered to pieces.
Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but frown, and at this moment, Yang Zi'er turned her face, Xia Xiaonuan also couldn't help but be startled.
Her face was covered in blood, her forehead had hit the ashtray on the coffee table, blood flowing profusely, her appearance was utterly terrifying.
The air carried a thick scent of blood.
Xia Xiaonuan covered her mouth, dry-heaving, feeling cold limbs and shivering all over.
