Cheryl had an unwilling look in her eyes, but she had to accept the reality.

In this competition, she lost simply and sharply, and Su Rui's strength made her see no possibility of winning from beginning to end.

She was reluctant, but helpless.

If she really wants to commit suicide, just tilt her neck forward a little and the sharp Tang knife will cut her throat.

But Cheryl didn't have the courage, even though she had a lot of humiliation in her heart.

"See what you mean, let me kill you?"

Su Rui smiled slightly, and Tang Dao was still held flat. It seemed that the knife did not shake...