Seeing his face distorted in pain as blood flowed out, Sang Xia's expression was pale. Suddenly, she didn't know what to say.
Rong Zhan removed his hand from the injury on his head. Seeing the blood on his hand, he couldn't help but curse softly, his expression darkening completely.
The atmosphere around them turned terribly cold.
This woman had played with him so many times. When had he ever been a wimp before this?!
There wasn't much space around the two to behind with. The insides of the car were clearly smaller than outside. That was why with what she had done, Sang Xia had already prepared herself to be killed.
After all, that man was glaring at her so intensely as he panted heavily, looking like a wild beast that was about to go feral. The aura he exuded was extremely fierce.
Sang Xia slowly looked away as she unconsciously tightened her fists.
