Bian Xunzhou's large hand tightly gripped Lu Baiqian's neck, his gaze flat and devoid of ripples, yet filled with intense murderous intent, as if he might choke him to death the very next second.
"You should consider yourself lucky that she's fine right now," the man's voice was low and hoarse, his fingers steadily tightening.
Lu Baiqian's face turned red from oxygen deprivation, yet he still refused to yield.
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