He Yingdong, who had been set on dying, turned into a rampaging beast the moment he saw Li Jiaqi.
He stood up, desperately trying to tear himself free from the chains.
All that struggling was pointless.
It only drove the iron deeper into his festering wounds.
"He Yingdong, you'd better calm down! Otherwise she's the one who'll suffer."
Ou Mijia slowly backed away and raised the gun, aiming it at Li Jiaqi's temple.
Li Jiaqi looked at He Yingdong, her body trembling slightly.
He Yingdong's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to rush to her, and the way he moved pulled the entire chain taut.
Stretched tight as a bowstring…
Yet he still couldn't reach her side.
He could only watch helplessly as she was threatened.
Watch as her small head was pressed against a cold gun muzzle.
He'd promised to protect her for the rest of his life.
But now he could only watch… She was right within reach, yet he couldn't do a thing.
"Ou Mijia, if you dare kill her, I'll drag you down to Hell."
