1682,Please, I'm begging you!
"Young Master Xue, no... don't..."
At this moment, all the media reporters present were completely drawn to Annelin and the others, not noticing the situation with Mu Xue.
Mu Xue felt a chill throughout her body.
She could guarantee: even if Xue Chengzhe twisted her neck right now, there's probably no one who could hear her cries for help.
Seeing Mu Xue's face gradually turning purple, Xue Chengzhe finally regained some sense.
He abruptly released his right hand and stepped back two paces.
"Cough cough cough!"
After a bout of urgent coughing, Mu Xue was breathing fresh air in large gulps.
Her entire strength seemed to be drained, and her body slid weakly down the wall.
"Cough cough cough..."
Mu Xue coughed violently.
Even now, knowing how much Xue Chengzhe despised her, she couldn't give up.
Because her house and car were all given by Xue Chengzhe.
