Lan Qingcheng felt a sharp pain in the back of her skull. She turned her head to look at her attacker in disbelief and blacked out immediately after…
Seeing that, Su Qianxun instantly tossed away the ashtray in her hand. She quickly rushed toward Long Sijue, who had already collapsed onto the floor. She saw him sitting on the floor and panting heavily. She crouched down and asked frantically, "Ah Jue, are you alright?"
Long Sijue heard her calling him "Ah Jue". In a fit of hysteria, he suddenly put his hands around Su Qianxun's neck and started to apply pressure.
All Su Qianxun could feel was that he was about to break her slim neck. She tried to push his hands away with difficulty. "Ah Jue, it's me… I'm Su Qianxun!"
"Get lost. Get the h*ll out! Or else I'll kill you!" Hearing the familiar voice, Long Sijue could not possibly do it. He suddenly flung her aside.
