She immediately put on a very grievous expression, "What Wang Xuxu? I have never been to Goryeo Nation, and the person in the photo is not me at all, these are all fabrications you made! I am the real Chu Jin! How much money did Mo Qingyi give you? To set me up like this, the saying that money can make the Devil push the millstone really is true! Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning for doing this..."
Wang Xuxu's words, in Chu Jin's view, were nothing but a desperate struggle.
The corners of Chu Jin's mouth curled up into a bright arc as she slowly walked over to Wang Xuxu and directly reached to clamp her chin.
A look of sheer panic filled Wang Xuxu's eyes.
Her hands slapped frantically at Chu Jin's wrists, "What, what do you want? Murder is against the law!"
"Kill you?" Chu Jin slowly increased the pressure in her grip, the nephrite-like inferiority within her clear eyes, "Wouldn't that be letting you off too easily?"
"You..."
'Click-crack' a sound.