Xiao Jue stared at Su Ying's chilly almond-shaped eyes and goosebumps rose all over his body. He had never seen Su Ying like this before.
Was that really Su Ying?
Xiao Jue was a little uncertain all of a sudden.
While he was doubting his eyes, Su Ying had already flung over the guards outside the carriage who tried to stop her and yanked the curtains aside.
Their eyes met, and Xiao Jue was shocked. "Su Ying?"
"That's me, you asshole."
Su Ying grabbed Xiao Jue by the front of his robe and dragged him out of the carriage.
A steely cold dagger was instantly pressed below Xiao Jue's jaw. Su Ying glared icily at the guards who were trying to get closer. "One more step and I'll slice off his head and kick it like a ball."
The bone-chilling sensation brought Xiao Jue back to his senses. A look of disbelief flashed across his eyes. Su Ying was holding him hostage. He couldn't believe it!
Was this woman crazy?
