บท 102: Chapter 102: Don't you feel sorry? After all, I'm your fiancée...

Bo Fengheng's breath sank again, his eyes darkened, and his handsome face remained fiercely grim, but there was a strange flush and his smooth forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat; yet, he still tried hard to remain calm.

His gaze swept coldly, his hoarse voice roared with full force, "Has everyone died? Don't delay in cleaning this up."

The crowd hurriedly surged forward, attempting to carry the screaming Chu Xueying out while detaining Tang Yawu.

"Let go, don't touch me, second brother, it was that bitch Tang Qingyue! Tang Qingyue, I'll kill you..." Chu Xueying came to her senses, crazed with rage, having definitely bitten off more than she could chew.

She covered her bloodied face, wailing as if she were a demoness from Hell.

"Miss, your wound must be dressed immediately, or it will get infected..." Lan Auntie, upon receiving Bo Fengheng's glance, kindly advised, "Rest assured, we will hand the criminal over to the police station to seek justice for us."