Watching Zuma reaching for her clothes, Yue Qiulan wished she could die right then and there.
However, she was now unable to move, her teeth nearly shattered from clenching them so hard, "You demon, you better kill me, because if you don't, I will make your life a living hell!"
"Haha, I don't know whether I will live a life worse than death, but I will certainly make you desire life and death at the same time." Zuma's eerie laughter continued, and his hand moved even closer.
Bang!
A sudden gunshot rang out, and Zuma was hit in the forehead. He fell to the ground, dead beyond doubt.
Not far away, Yang Xiaoyong came limping over.
"Xiao Yong..." Yue Qiulan had a complex expression, unsure of what to say.
If she had listened to Yang Xiaoyong, she wouldn't have faced this ordeal today.
But not only did she not listen, she also injured Yang Xiaoyong's leg and locked him up.
Now she really didn't know how to face Yang Xiaoyong.
