"Impossible!" Xia Xinyu's eyes were flushed with an unusual redness, "Yizheng loves me, did you hear that? He loves me! He said he would marry me… He said he would!"
Su Zixi sighed inwardly. Xia Xinyu had gone mad.
As for He Yizheng's character, she had no confidence at all. Thus, she presumed the worst about He Yizheng's actions.
But what exactly had He Yizheng fed Xia Xinyu to make her take such desperate measures?
"Then, how do you plan to help him? By killing me?" Su Zixi looked at her coldly.
Xia Xinyu snapped out of her hysterical state.
She smiled seductively: "Of course not, but I am really curious. To He Jingyao, just how important are you. Or should I say, between you and He Ziyi, who is more important?"
Su Zixi's face turned pale momentarily.
She quietly let go of He Ziyi, gathering her strength stealthily… Just then, Xia Xinyu suddenly produced a gun and spun it in her hand.
