Chu Nantian didn't know what the drug Yuan Yifan had injected into his body was, he only wanted to strangle her, to kill her.
"You've even dared to attack me. Tell me, does my mother's disappearance have anything to do with you?" His grip on her throat grew increasingly tighter, "Tell me, was it you?"
Yuan Yifan, who had been coughing just a second ago, was now completely out of breath. She felt a lump in her throat, incapable of drawing breath or speaking, her face flushing from the strain. Even her eyes were filled with tears of pain.
If Chu Nantian continued like this,
she would die.
Yet, in the following instant,
The power of the chokehold on her neck lessened notch by notch.
Until finally, when Chu Nantian felt dizzy and weak, he released her throat, holding his aching forehead.
Staggering back a few steps, he made his way back to the sofa and collapsed onto it.
A sudden, intense pain throbbed in his head,
as if a thousand needles were being jabbed into it.
