"I... I... help... me... let..." The woman gasped as she shouted. Fu Sinian knew that even in a fit of rage, Bai Cheng'an would never really do anything to the woman, so he crossed his arms and observed coldly from the side. Consequently, despite the woman's frantic struggle, it was to no avail. She thought she would surely die here today, and just when her consciousness was slipping and she was about to give up resisting, she felt a heaviness on her body, a lightness at her neck, and fresh oxygen rushed back into her lungs—Bai Cheng'an had let go.
The woman collapsed onto the sofa, gasping heavily, and looked with fear at Bai Cheng'an, who resembled a god of wrath from hell, her body instinctively shrinking back.
Bai Cheng'an bent over, his cold gaze piercing the woman: "Tell me—what exactly happened back then? Who was pulling the strings from behind? What is your relationship with Bai Xingzhi?"
