"Qiao Xi! I will kill you!"
Xu Xingluo's hands were cuffed, and the police officers struggled to restrain this crazed woman. Despite all her effort, she couldn't lay a finger on Qiao Xi.
"Qiao Xi, you will not die a good death!"
She could only hurl powerless insults and curses.
Qiao Xi looked at her indifferently, the once high and mighty socialite now appeared coarse like a madwoman.
The door opened.
The man with a somber face and a cold gaze appeared at the doorway.
All of a sudden, Xu Xingluo stopped her frenzy, tears streaming down as she knelt before Huo Xingzhou, "Brother Xingzhou, save me. You're the only one who can save me now, for the sake of having saved your life ten years ago, please help me!"
"I don't want to go to jail!"
Huo Xingzhou walked past her, extended his hand, and placed it on Qiao Xi's shoulder, and asked softly, "Shall we go?"
"Mhm."
Qiao Xi responded with gentle eyes and brows.
They embraced intimately and walked past Xu Xingluo.
