Jia Ming did not speak; like a wild beast, he madly tried to bite through Chen Shuhua's throat.
Only one of the two could live, and Chen Shuhua must die!
As if sensing the relentless murderous aura emanating from Jia Ming, Chen Shuhua was terrified. They had been husband and wife for a short time, but she had done so much for him, never expecting that he would actually want to kill her!
Fine! If we have to die, we die together!
Chen Shuhua's eyes flashed with viciousness as she extended her long, sharp nails and frantically reached for Jia Ming's face, gouging fiercely towards his eyeballs!
"Ah—ah—!" In unbearable pain, Jia Ming let go of the teeth clamped on her throat and, covering his eyes, started to roll on the ground in agony.
"Die, you bastard!" Chen Shuhua let out a piercing scream, grabbing Jia Ming's head and ferociously smashing it against the hard ground!
"Dirty whore! I'll kill you!"
...
"Junior Uncle, the person is dead."
