Zhou Jingwei raised his eyebrows, a hint of indifference in his tone, "This is nothing. Have you forgotten? Weiyue's hand was also injured."
Qiao Jingxue's eyes bulged with fear, and the pain made her tremble all over, "Don't... please, don't treat me like this, I'll apologize to Cheng Weiyue, I know I was wrong. Achen, where is Achen? Achen... save me..."
Her emotions were unstable, and she had begun to talk out of turn.
There was no Achen here, and certainly no one to save her.
Zhou Jingwei adjusted his glasses with a hand, revealing a smile that could almost be described as bloodthirsty, "Hold her hand down, press hard."
Where to press was self-evident.
By the time Zhao Hanchen arrived, despite the excellent soundproofing of the hotel, he could still hear Qiao Jingxue's screams.
He had not expected Zhou Jingwei to act so swiftly, nor had he expected him to go to such extremes, directly intercepting the plane.
