Even Ning Hui herself was stunned.
"Young Master Ye, I..."
After a brief moment of shock, overwhelming panic flooded her, and Ning Hui instinctively wanted to grab Ye Tingxuan's arm but dared not to.
The bloodstains on the ground were not yet dry.
Xiong Dingyuan may have survived but was destined to become a cripple.
As the instigator, or rather, the fuse, the Xiong Family wouldn't dare to touch Ye Tingxuan, but to deal with her, a so-called star, would be easy as flipping a hand.
Thinking of those people's cruel methods, Ning Hui's face turned pale, gasping for breath, tears glistening in her eyes.
In this society, women are like rootless duckweed.
Beautiful women, even more so.
At this moment, she had nowhere to turn. Her only method for self-rescue was to find a powerful backer.
