Suddenly, Chu Suifeng stood up abruptly. With one stretch of his hand, Lin Ziyin's slender neck was grasped by his big hand, just like Si Jinhan did before him, completely holding her life in his hand.
"Speak, who are you? Don't think you can smooth things over." Chu Suifeng's tone was as merciless as Asura from hell, and his grip on her tightened.
Immediately, Lin Ziyin's vision darkened, her chest hurt, and breathing became extremely hard.
"Those who dare to play tricks on the Prince and me have long been dead. Little girl, I really don't want to see you die." Si Jinhan sneered from the side.
Am I really going to die this time? Lin Ziyin felt a wave of despair in her heart. Indeed, the lure of power was utterly detestable.
"I greatly regret meeting you guys." She forced out a few words from her mouth.
Chu Suifeng squinted his eyes and seemed to tighten his grip further.