Su Yining's fingers tightly gripped Zhang Jingyun's collar, as if she intended to tear the fabric to shreds.
With a sudden, violent yank, she hoisted Zhang Jingyun straight off the ground, making him look like a limp, puppet-like marionette.
The next moment, a cruel smirk curved the corners of Su Yining's lips, and her eyes flashed with a flame bordering on madness.
Chapter 220