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The grip on her wrist was tight, and Chu Liangxia felt as if her bones were about to be crushed.

It hurt a bit.

"Movie Emperor Jing?"

Enduring the pain, Chu Liangxia turned her head and looked at him steadily.

The strength in his hand loosened.

She had wanted to say something, but upon lifting her eyes, she saw the man approaching the car door.

Feng Ziheng.

With an umbrella in hand, black, he stood in front of the car door, his expression cold and icy, his entire being emanating chilliness and danger, blocking the light from outside.

He lowered his head slightly, and his gaze met Jing Tianchen's.

As their eyes locked, a murderous aura emerged, and coldness spread.

Feeling the grip on her wrist relax slightly, Chu Liangxia promptly withdrew her hand.

Then, she raised her eyes to look at Feng Ziheng.

From her angle, he seemed tall, and she could only see his perfectly curved chin and the distinct profile of his side face.