Chen Lusi asked a question.
In the eerie silence.
In the distance.
By the car.
Xia Panqiu groggily woke up, and at the moment when she regained consciousness, she immediately propped her head up and looked in Chen Lusi's direction.
Then, she was stunned.
Chen Lusi had Feng Zhen by the throat, lifting him with one hand.
The once arrogant Feng Zhen now kicked his legs, struggling like a drowning fish.
She looked at Chen Lusi's back, snapped back to her senses, and couldn't help but sniff softly.
...Amazing.
On the other side.
Chen Lusi continued holding Feng Zhen's throat, quietly watching him after asking.
But he didn't get an answer.
Feng Zhen convulsed, suddenly stretched out his only remaining hand, gripped Chen Lusi's wrist tightly, his tear-filled face tangled with anger, confusion, fear, and pleading, hatred intertwined.
Why didn't anyone tell him... Xia Yue's team had such a person.
Why.
"..."
"Begging for mercy?"
