"Wang Qingqing, don't blame me. If you hadn't forced my hand, I wouldn't have wanted to bother with you. You brought this upon yourself," Ke Yawen said as she stepped closer to Wang Qingqing and kicked toward the hand holding the cell phone.
'Clang!' the cell phone was kicked far away.
Wang Qingqing's last hope was shattered.
She didn't resign herself to close her eyes and wait for death, but instead looked at Lian Xinying... with a breath as thin as a thread, she pleaded, "Save me..."
The most pitiable end for a person is to shamelessly beg an enemy whom they had once deeply hurt.
But Wang Qingqing had no other options now.
She feared death; she wanted to live on.
So, principles didn't count, dignity didn't matter, nothing mattered.
As long as Lian Xinying saved her.
