Jiaqi Ding, finally free, collapsed to the ground and gasped for breath like a fish out of water. Her face was completely pale, yet even at such a time she did not forget to look at Huo Beijiang with sorrowful puppy eyes, biting her red lips. Though she appeared disheveled, there was a fragile yet strong air about her, the kind of beauty that's most heart-touching.
Burbank stroked his chin, utterly impressed. My goodness! Nearly strangled to death, and still hopelessly devoted.
"Get lost!" Huo Beijiang's voice was icy and ferocious as he cursed: "Don't ever show up in front of me again, or I can't guarantee I won't shoot you dead." He truly had the urge to kill this woman now.
He had waited so long, and had only managed to make a phone call to Nan Fei through Wei Fangyi's channel, only to have it all ruined by this inexplicable woman. And Nan Fei was probably still mad at him!
Damn it.
