Nan Jiaojiao's condition was very wrong; her complexion was deathly pale, her eyes vacant, and her body was tensed as if rigid. No one's call elicited any response from her, and even her fingernails were deeply embedded into her palm. When Lu Zhenzhen tried to pry them open, Jiaojiao only clutched them tighter.
Lu Zhenzhen dared not touch her anymore.
Tears quickly gathered in her eyes, and like dagger-sharp blades, they thrust directly at Han Qi.
"What did you do to her?"
Han Qi couldn't say a word.
His gaze, steady and unswerving, locked onto Nan Jiaojiao. He wanted to say something, but his throat was severely blocked.
He asked, "What's wrong with her?"
"You're asking me?" Lu Zhenzhen shouted angrily, "I should be the one asking you! You dare to lay a hand on Lu Zhenzhen's people; how many guts do you have in your brain!"
Hisss!
There came a collective intake of breath all around.
Being this threatening to Han Qi, she must be the first ever since the dawn of time.