Chapitre 107: Chapter 115 My Little Thing, I Have a Number in My Heart 11_1

Zhuo Junyue, apart from indulging Su Ningyan in her small tantrums, has never understood the concept of 'cherishing beauty'.

His fingers tighten, and Su Jingyu's face changes drastically, as if the air has been sucked out of her.

If Zhuo Junyue's fingers tighten any further, Su Jingyu fears that he will snap her neck directly.

"Will you speak or not? I don't have a rule against killing women. If you don't speak now, you won't have the chance later. I can still find out without your help."

Su Jingyu has never experienced the feeling of being so close to death.

She nodded hastily, her face turning red, "I'll... I'll speak..."

Zhuo Junyue released his grip, and Su Jingyu crumbled to the ground like a boneless body, gasping for fresh air.

This man, despite his handsome face, was terrifying like a devil just now.

"Ning... Ningyan has gone abroad."

"What?"

Zhuo Junyue's voice sharpens upon hearing that Su Ningyan has gone abroad.