He dashed over, stretching out his hand to pull away Jiang Muwan's grip, but after repeated attempts, nothing changed.
In the dimly lit room, Jiang Muwan was like the King of Hell from the underworld, coming to claim Ke Lang's life.
"Let go, if you don't let go, someone will die," Song Sishen pried her fingertips, whispering in her ear.
Even if she truly wanted to cause a death, it should not happen now.
It couldn't be so blatantly obvious.
After a while, Jiang Muwan released Ke Lang's neck, her fingertips stained with blood as she lowered her eyes, staring for a long time, her lifeless gaze suddenly twinkling like stars.
Long-term planning, all gone to waste in an instant.
What a pain that must be.
And to be sabotaged by the very person she had promoted step by step, Jiang Muwan's desire to kill him was overwhelming.
But she couldn't do it, murder was against the law, under the Son of Heaven's feet, she couldn't be too brazen.
