Before she had finished speaking, Qiaoxu suddenly grabbed Zhang Yang by the collar and fiercely kicked him in the stomach.
Zhang Yang was thin and the force of Qiaoxu's kick was somewhat large, causing him to retreat several steps. Holding his stomach, he fell to the ground.
Before he could catch his breath, Qiaoxu stepped on his shoulder again, the sound of his bones cracking echoed in the quiet study room.
"Help, help!"
Zhang Yang screamed for help, but no one here paid any attention to him.
The two bodyguards of the Lu family stood motionless in the study room and turned a deaf ear to Zhang Yang's cries for help.
At this moment, Qiaoxu's eyes were still bloodshot, and her body trembled as she hit Zhang Yang.
The raging anger within her made her wish that she could kill him outright.
