"Pant! Pant!"
Intense panting echoed in her ears as Pei Fenghong, pale-faced and terrified, desperately ran through the greenery.
Several times the disorderly weeds tripped her and fell to the ground; she scrambled up, rolling and crawling, and bolted forward again.
As long as she could get away from Ling Mo, she could live a little longer... She didn't want to die yet...
But just as she was about to break free from the thick grass ahead, a human shadow suddenly leapt from behind her, knocking her heavily to the ground.
"Ah! Help!"
She had just managed to flip over to face up when the human shadow had already jumped on top of her.
"Zhang... Zhang Er!"
The young face that had seemed so weak and fragile was now tinged with a hint of viciousness.
"You... You brat! What do you want to do?"
Pei Fenghong widened her eyes, filled with shock.
She noticed that Zhang Er had taken a screwdriver from his pocket, but the impression he had left on her was one of timidity and weakness.
