In an instant, he felt a blackout in front of his eyes, his throat filled with a bloody sweetness that suffocated him, making it almost impossible for him to stand.
His eyes began to redden, his hand suddenly exerting force, and he roared: "Lu Jihan, shut the hell up, shut up!"
Besides the words 'shut up', he couldn't say anything else.
Because he knew very well, Lu Jihan wasn't wrong.
From just now, Song Yinyin's attitude towards him had already made it clear.
She hates him!
She hates him...
A great pain transformed into the sharp claws of a beast, gripping his throat mercilessly, leaving him unable to utter a word besides heavy breathing.
Angry blood rapidly rushed to his brain, nearly shattering his blood vessels.
Every muscle in his body was tense, filled with the energy to destroy everything.
His brain was in chaos, as if many things were surging out, yet also seemed utterly blank.
The hand gripping the steering wheel was the hand that had been burned.
