Lu Yinxing could not clearly hear what they said next.
It felt as if she was being skinned alive, trembling all over.
Before long, in the room next door, Xia Yangyang had already left.
Lu Yinxing had no idea how long she had been sitting there.
It might have been just a few minutes.
It might have been a few hours already.
But every second felt like a century to Lu Yinxing.
It was like being thrown into a boiling oil cauldron, repeatedly fried and grilled, shedding skin and flesh, leaving her unrecognizable.
Gong Xue'er finally opened the door and walked in.
Seeing Lu Yinxing sitting on the sofa like a soulless shell, there was actually a trace of mockery in her eyes.
She slowly walked in front of Gong Xue'er.
From somewhere took out a cigarette, casually lit it, then took a drag.
Breathed out a puff of smoke, right into Lu Yinxing's face.
The scent of the tobacco made Lu Yinxing choke, suddenly bringing her back to her senses.
Lu Yinxing looked up.
