The atmosphere in the private room was really a little gloomy. The two rows of bodyguards behind her and the way Lin Feixing was beaten on the big screen could make Su Peizhen feel that the Ling Jing in front of her was no longer the hooligan she picked up.
He was clearly a person, but the feeling he gave people was completely different.
This was not ling jing, this was a stranger. She stood there and looked at Ling Jing coldly, waiting for him to open his mouth to humiliate or make things difficult for her.
This was Ling Jing's goal. But what was the point of stabbing her a few times like that?
"Didn't I just say it? Beg Me."Ling Jing spread his hands and said indifferently, "If you beg me, I'll let him go."
Su Peizhen clenched her fists. "I beg you."
Wasn't that what he wanted? She gave it to him. She looked at him coldly. Even though she was begging him, her eyes still carried some arrogance.
