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But what of that?
It didn't mean she would be fickle, casually getting involved with other men.
It also didn't mean that this man named Feng Chu could do whatever he wanted to her.
Feng Chu, holding a syringe, approached Yan Qingruo step by step.
His face, wearing a mock smile, got closer and closer in front of Yan Qingruo.
The private cabin wasn't very large, yet his strides were big, and in just a few steps, he had already reached Yan Qingruo.
Yan Qingruo suddenly grabbed a knife and fork, intending to resist.
But her strength was too insignificant, and all her actions were anticipated by Feng Chu. So before she could swing the knife, Feng Chu's syringe had already pierced the skin of her neck, directly into a vein.
The drug was injected, and Yan Qingruo's hand, holding the knife and fork, slowly loosened, so did her consciousness.