Before Long Xingkui could finish speaking, her slender neck was seized.
The man's fingers tightened inward, effortlessly squeezing her trachea and esophagus together.
Long Xingkui instinctively opened her mouth, her thick, dark lashes trembling slightly, yet her gaze towards Long Xiliang still carried a lingering affection.
It seemed like dying at Long Xiliang's hands didn't matter to her at all.
For her, the most acceptable kind of death would be if her brother killed her with his own hands.
Long Xingkui's slightly parted lips released a sound, "Brother, if you kill me, it's equivalent to exposing your whereabouts to everyone...
Only if I live can I keep your secret from being discovered by others."
The man's fingers tightened further, and Long Xingkui's gaze landed on the computer screen behind him.
"Do you know about the existence of that child? I can tell you where that child is."
