Nangong Minglu had just stepped into the gate of Fengyun High School. Before she could react, Han Xiyan had already rushed in front of her, grabbed her neck fiercely, pushed her to the wall, and pressed her against the wall.
Han Xiyan's eyes were blood red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. His right hand holding Nangong Minglu's neck became stronger and stronger. With his left hand, he threw a newspaper hard on Nangong Minglu's face and asked fiercely:
"Nangong Minglu, is this what you said will make me regret it for the rest of my life?"
Nangong Minglu was strangled by Han Xiyan's neck and could not utter a word. She just felt that the air in her mouth and nose was getting thinner and thinner, her breathing was getting harder and harder, and the consciousness in her head was getting blurry.
At the beginning, she resisted vigorously and used both hands to break Han Xiyan's hand around his neck, but gradually her hands and feet no longer obeyed her orders.
"Yan! Calm down! Let go! You are really going to strangle her to death..." When Nangong Minglu was about to lose consciousness, a voice sounded hazily above her head, sounding so far away.
The tight grip on his neck suddenly relaxed, and Nangong Minglu collapsed on the ground along the wall, coughing violently. After a long time, Nangong Minglu's consciousness gradually recovered.
Nangong Minglu stood up slowly while holding on to the wall. Han Xiyan was standing opposite her, looking at her fiercely, with hatred in his eyes as if he wanted to skin her and eat her flesh.
Lan Yufei and Han Xiyan stood side by side. The scornful smile that used to hang on their lips had long since disappeared, replaced by cold anger and disdain.
Seeing Nangong Minglu slowly stand up from the ground, Han Xiyan stared at her and said word by word: "Nangong Minglu, I will definitely let you know what life is worse than death!"
Han Xiyan's voice was as cold as if it came from hell, but his decisive tone was like an oath. He was telling Nangong Minglu that no matter what price he paid, he would definitely make Nangong Minglu taste life worse than death.
Nangong Minglu was angry!
What does he want to do?
Kill her?
He didn't understand what was going on at all, what qualifications did he have to do this!
"Stop!" Nangong Minglu, who had always been sweet, now had a cold face. She took out the stack of photos from her bag and said coldly: "Han Xiyan, don't you want them back? You don't care anymore.
