His movements were swift and powerful, and Xu Qingmei instantly felt as if she were suffocating.
She quickly struggled, slapping his arm, desperately making noise: "Let, let go..."
Had this person gone mad, daring to actually lay hands on her?
Luan Feng originally intended to slap her a few more times to clear her head, his palm already raised, but then he suddenly remembered that this woman was a public figure.
The marks on her neck could be covered with clothing, but those on her face would be difficult to conceal.
He was reluctant to use the medicine that the superior gave him on Xu Qingmei.
Seeing her expression turn to terror, helplessly struggling, Luan Feng instead smiled with satisfaction and tightened his grip.
Now this face, desperately struggling for life, looked much more pleasing than its previous arrogance.