Lou Xingyue was already stupefied by a slap, her half face to the head seemed congested, indicating how ruthless Jiang Ruan's slap was, after all, all her hatred was poured into it.
"Even if it is me, what can you do?"
Seeing Jiang Ruan's gloomy expression.
Blood trickles from the corner of Lou Xingyue's mouth.
That pale face looked like an evil ghost: "You think, if you touch me, you can keep this a secret?"
She's not afraid.
If Jiang Ruan wants to mess with her, she needs to consider the existence of her brother.
Jiang Ruan looks at the woman's demeanor.
Peeling off the soft shy appearance, revealing such an ugly face.
If it weren't for her heart disease, she would probably act even more outrageously.
This woman, a typical case of unrepentant malevolence.
Tugging at her lips, she turned around and drew the short knife from the table behind her: "Did you ever see Fu Yuhua's death video?"
Lou Xingyue's face changed dramatically.
Almost lost all color.
