Her?
Sheng Miao?
Luo Qiangwei, enduring the dizziness, propped herself up and sneered lightly, "I think you're also pretty unlucky. Sheng Miao, this little white lotus, disappears every other day. Aren't you worried that getting angry every day will make you old?"
Mo Shiche's jaw tensed up tightly, his gaze cold and threatening, "Luo Qiangwei, I'll ask you one more time, where did you take her,"
No sooner had his words fallen
Than a large hand suddenly choked her neck.
She was slammed back down into the sofa with force.
For a moment, Luo Qiangwei thought he might actually be trying to strangle her to death.
Although it wasn't that exaggerated, and his strength wasn't enough to suffocate her, the very action of choking inherently carried a crude, violent, and hostile meaning.
Her heart clenched tightly.
