Su Qian'er's complexion changed drastically, as she had not expected Zhu Rongsheng to utter such words.
Zhu Rongsheng had gone mad. He had truly gone mad, otherwise, the pettiness, shamelessness, vulgarity, and darkness at the depth of his humanity would not have surged to the surface all at once.
The trace of fear on Su Qian'er's face instantly turned into panic.
For Su Qian'er, who was usually composed in the face of danger and did not easily get agitated, to show such emotions, the situation had naturally become extremely perilous.
It was obvious what Zhu Rongsheng, who had spoken those words, planned to do to her next.
This left Su Qian'er with no room even for regret; she had no idea whether Zhu Rongsheng's sudden behavior was provoked by her earlier actions or if he had premeditated it.
In the depths of her heart, despair began to grow.
How could she not despair? At this moment, in such dire straits, she couldn't even fight back.
