Su Yingluo picked up a sharp piece of glass, nearly madly pressing it against her wrist, and gently slashed twice, quickly leaving a bloody mark on her pale skin.
She took out a spare cellphone, smiling while she dialed Bai Chengxi's number.
Bai Chengxi was at work. The phone on his desk suddenly rang, and seeing an unfamiliar number, he hesitated before answering: "Hello."
"Chengxi, it's me." Su Yingluo knew he would hang up, quickly cried out: "If you hang up, you will definitely regret it. Do you want to see me die?"
Bai Chengxi frowned, he had never tolerated threats from others, and was just about to hang up when Su Yingluo screamed hysterically again: "Bai Chengxi, if I die, I will tell the whole world that Zhuo Yuqing drove me to my death. By then, no one will care about my past, no one will argue with a dead person. Everyone will only despise and curse Zhuo Yuqing..."
"Su Yingluo." Bai Chengxi angrily interrupted her, "Have you gone mad?"
