For everyone, the taste is really too bad.

In the past, he has always been in charge of other people's lives. When can it be someone else's turn to take control of him?

But the cold knife blade on his throat, and the clear pain of the cut skin, seemed to really remind him of that.

"Why don't you answer my question?" Su Rui's eyes were cold. "Just squeak as you want to die."

In Su Rui's opinion, this kind of scum must not be let go, this guy must die.

"I promise you whatever you want, as long as you spare me my life." Both hands can be held...