"Bang!"
Two people fell off the hospital bed.
Lu Sirong was pressed underneath, her head hitting the ground and causing a brief spell of dizziness.
Her neck, still tightly grasped by Jiang Che, left her unable to breathe. Her face turned from blue to purple, swelling and reddening.
"So what if I've become disabled..."
Jiang Che lowered his head, his face close to Lu Sirong's ear, hissing like a venomous snake.
He spoke deliberately, "At least, Lu Sirong, your life is still in my hands!"
At that moment, possessed by murderous intent, he displayed immense strength, and his hand on her neck didn't tremble in the slightest.
"Let go, let go..."
Lu Sirong's eyes rolled back as she forced the words through her clenched teeth: "Help, mom, help me..."
"Jiang Che!!" Ge Weihong was startled before pushing Yu Wanzhi aside and rushing over.
"If you dare touch my daughter, I'll take your life..."
