The ashtray fell to the floor and shattered.
It was obvious that Lu Yuanhe's strength was immense.
"Lu Yuanhe, are you trying to kill someone?" Realizing what had happened, Qin Meifen screamed, pain making her miserable.
Lu Yuanhe stood still, not moving an inch, his eyes narrowed as he looked at her, "You should be grateful I didn't kill you. I won't let you die that easily, nor will I pay with my life for you. I want you to regret everything you've done."
Bright red blood dripped down from Qin Meifen's forehead.
Lu Yuanhe's voice was so deep, it seemed to come from Hell itself, his entire being enveloped in a bone-chilling aura, his gaze at Qin Meifen frightfully cold and intimidating.
Just one look from him was enough to wish he could tear her limb from limb.
"I have done nothing wrong to you, I have always been clear of conscience in all my actions, how dare you accuse me falsely?"
Qin Meifen knew that if she admitted fault, there would be no turning back.
