Run!

Lu Ning was speechless for a moment. She could not think of anything to change such an inhumane person, and he would not be swayed by anything.

Footsteps. Steady, measured footsteps.

Lu Ning frowned and shrank away as she sat on the ground.

Jiāng Zhe stood up from behind the table and walked over.

He raised his hand and placed it on Lu Ning's head. He said with a smile, "You're unlucky. If you had been recognized later, you wouldn't have had anything to do with this. What a pity."

Lu Ning felt a pair of icy cold hands on her head.

Inhumanely cold, just like the person they belonged to. Even his laughter was cold.

Lu Ning suddenly charged in Jiāng Zhe's direction like a madman.

She could not see, so she could only crash into where his voice was with brute force.

She seemed to have really bumped into him, and she kicked him without any hesitation.

If she could not see, she could only thrash about wildly.