C11 (2/2)

Liang Zhendong's body was still stained with He Yanqing's blood. He, a person with a germaphobia, had not even cleaned himself up when he returned. It was evident how much hatred he had for Qiao Xia.

With a kick, the door was kicked open. A loud sound pierced through the tranquil night.

Liang Zhendong walked in front of Qiao Xia and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her up from the bed. Qiao Xia's body hung in the air. As he swung and slapped his hands, a suffocating pain spread throughout his body.

Liang Zhendong slightly loosened his grip, but he still didn't let go of Qiao Xia. He pulled Qiao Xia tightly, almost sticking to his face. His hot breath sprayed onto Qiao Xia's face, burning it.

He gritted his teeth, each word filled with rage.

”I warned you, don't hurt Xi Qing. Qiao Xia, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?”

Qiao Xia couldn't even speak after her throat was choked, but she felt mockery in her heart.

He had never thought that Liang Zhendong would not dare to touch him. In front of this man, all of Qiao Xia's actions had been a conspiracy. Even so, she still foolishly loved him for so many years.

Tightening his grip again, Liang Zhen Dong glared angrily and warned fiercely, ”If you don't want your father's company to be implicated, then you better be more tactful. If you continue to play tricks, then you'll never see your son again in this life.”

After forcefully pushing Qiao Xia onto the ground, Liang Zhendong left with big strides.

However, Qiao Xia was like a madman. Even if she could not stand steadily, she was afraid of doing so. She screamed at the top of her lungs and used all her strength to shout, ”Liang Zhendong, what is the meaning of this? Where is my child? Return my child to me.”

But no matter how hard Qiao Xia asked, he was only left with the door that was constantly shaking and her echo.