When the car stopped, a long body came down from the car. Wearing a black knee-length trench coat, he looked languid and careless as before, but a cold air exuded from deep within his bones, treacherous and scary.
By the side of the street, the girl's figure was like a ruined and withered flower, and his eyes turned red when he saw her bloodstained body.
He went over and picked her up.
She had already fainted.
But when he picked her up, her lips seemed to move slightly.
He frowned and went close to hear.
It was…
"… F*ck."
The corners of Rong Zhan's eyes twitched slightly. "…"
How angry was she? She didn't forget to curse even in her unconscious state.
He stroked her beautiful but extremely pale face and said with little emotion, "You only have this ability to scold people? Why, did I not f*ck you enough that night?"