Mo Shiche's grip loosened suddenly at her words. He had been holding on so tight that when he let go, Luo Qiangwei's body staggered backward and fell. Her lower back hit the edge of the coffee table hard, pain bringing tears to her eyes in an instant.
She could even feel distinctly that the moment she mentioned the words "Sheng Miao's child," he had suddenly released his hold on her.
The tears that threatened to spill were held back by her forcibly, biting down on her lip.
Her arms trembling, she propped herself up on the floor, frantically trying to stand and run away.
But after just two steps, the man grabbed her arm, yanked her back, and threw her viciously onto the couch.
Luo Qiangwei felt dizzy from the fall. Mo Shiche knelt on one knee by the couch, his large hand gripping her neck, his dark eyes bloodshot and voracious. Each word he uttered was laced with a bite, "Luo Qiangwei, dare to take one more step and don't force me to kill you."
