Qin Shuang didn't know how long she had stood there before she slowly found her breath again.
She spread her palm open, her palm already marked with nail scratches crisscrossed and smeared with a layer of wet, cold sweat.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd been in such a sorry state.
Even the last time she was caught by Han Qiumei and made known to the entire internet, she just felt powerless.
But at this moment, she felt utter, complete fear.
A fear that spread from the depths of her heart to every limb and bone.
That man, He Linze, no, he definitely wasn't human.
He was a devil.
A real devil.
She didn't even dare to think about what had happened when He Zhiyao was imprisoned and tortured that made He Linze so sure to say such things.
He Zhiyao...
Every time Qin Shuang thought about what she had just heard, she felt a fear that penetrated her bones and her heart ached.