Chương 88: 088 Look at those grasses, don't they look like the grass on your grave?

"You seem especially talkative today?"

Wu He's face stiffened as he looked at Su Ran with a venomous glare, his words emerging through clenched teeth.

"Su Ran, murder is illegal, what can you do to me? Do you dare to lay a finger on me?"

His pale, slightly sickly face wore a defiant expression. Wu He provocatively stared at Su Ran.

As long as he was alive, this wretched woman would eventually fall into his hands, and then...

Su Ran snickered, stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and dragged him toward the door. Wu He's face turned red from asphyxiation, gasping for breath but completely unable to break free.

At the door, she flung the man to the ground. Before he could get up, a pain on his scalp made him slightly tilt back his head.

"Look at those weeds, don't they resemble the grass over your grave?"