Hold on... just hold on a little longer.
Qian Sisi's vision darkened in waves, her legs wobbled violently, and the leering face of Xie Zhiyao in front of her twisted hideously, making her stomach churn uncontrollably...
Soon, very soon! Xie Zhiyao looked at Qian Sisi's single hand hanging on the railing, almost wishing she could pop the champagne to celebrate immediately!
Qian Sisi, go to hell with your bastard child—
"Bang—" The door suddenly burst open from the outside—
Xie Zhiyao was startled, turning her head to see the person at the door. Qian Sisi, on the verge of collapsing, gripped the railing tightly again with both hands, but she was already exhausted, grabbing the railing without much consciousness, breathing heavily—
"Sister Sisi—" It was Yuan Xiaoshan, her face full of worry. Seeing Xie Zhiyao frightened her: she literally jumped up, "Who are you, who? What are you trying to do to Sister Sisi?"
"Yuan... Yuanyuan..." Qian Sisi weakly called out, "Help... help me—"
