Not Much Time Left

"Shut up!"

Jiāng Zhe directly raised his hand and grabbed her neck.

Lu Ning finally saw Jiāng Zhe make an expression unlike anything before.

Ah, so it wasn't true that he didn't really care about everything anymore.

Even at the last moments of his life, he would not allow anyone to speak ill of him, nor would he allow anyone to speak ill of his grandfather.

Lu Ning looked at him and smiled arrogantly. Her entire face turned red from his actions, but she still did not beg for mercy.

She even squeezed out a few words from between her teeth. "You, are, a, really, filial—"

Veins popped out on Jiāng Zhe's forehead. He tightened his grip and lifted Lu Ning up.

A suffocating feeling assaulted her from all directions. Lu Ning's entire body went limp; her entire face was frighteningly red, and the blood vessels on her forehead could be seen clearly.