The sharp end of the glass bottle is still on Ran Peng's neck. I will not let go.

If Ran Peng was just going to let me take me away, I would recognize him, but if he involved Ouyang Lulu, I would desperately refuse.

"Changshun!"

Ouyang Lulu appeared at the basement door and stood there with a pale face.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

We asked at the same time.

"Did they treat you like that?"

is another question with one voice.

"No!" Ouyang Lu shook his head.

I asked her how she came here. She said Ran Peng called her. She was worried about me and came right...