"Yihen!"
Jiang Fan looked at Chu Yihen, his eyes carrying a pleading expression.
"You are not allowed to go." Chu Yihen avoided her gaze, replying coldly.
In front of Quan Jingwu, Chu Ruohan nearly injured Jian Qing. If she doesn't allow Quan Jingwu to vent this anger, I'm afraid by the time the police arrive, Ruohan will already be a cold corpse.
"Jingwu, I..."
Chu Ruohan looked up at the handsome face that haunted her very soul. When she met his bottomless purple eyes, her words hung unsaid in her throat.
"My name is not to be uttered by you."
Quan Jingwu looked down at her from his lofty position, his words cold and detached.
A flash of pain swept over Chu Ruohan as she saw him raise a vase, and she could not help but fear.
"No, I was wrong, don't..."
She got up and ran towards Jiang Fan and Chu Yihen, but before she could take two steps, she was blocked by Quan Jingwu.
His eyes turned cold, and he raised his foot to kick her in the abdomen.
