Qin Shaojin exerted even more force, the malice in his eyes growing stronger, feeling an intense urge to strangle her.
"Third… Third Brother…"
Shu Mengmeng's eyes were brimming with tears as she stared at Qin Shaojin, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice grew quieter and quieter, gradually only able to make "uh-uh~" sounds. Her face turned increasingly pale, with a hint of bluish tint, and she clung desperately to Qin Shaojin's arm. The veins on the back of her hands bulged prominently from the strain.
Qin Shaonan stood aside watching; judging by her appearance, Shu Mengmeng wouldn't speak even in death.
He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and as he noticed the gazes from around them, his eyes grew colder.
Someone wanted to take a picture but was quickly deterred by his excessively icy glare and left.
Qin Shaonan extinguished the cigarette and glanced at Shu Mengmeng.
Shu Mengmeng's eyes were fixated on Qin Shaojin, her pupils dilated in circles.
