"Ang..." Wang Aoshuang felt like the world was spinning, and her blood was rushing out quickly and violently, trying to rush out of her body, making her want to explode for a moment.
She suddenly felt that what was flowing in her eyes was no longer tears, but countless blood flows, making her feel that the whole world had become blood red.
"Ling Ang..." Zuo An couldn't bear it anymore, tears flowed out gushingly, covering her beautiful face.
She cried and looked at Zuo Jie, choking in pain, "Dad, please, don't continue... please..."
Zuo Jie looked at the woman's tear-stained face, his eyes hardened, and a trace of hesitation flashed through his eyes.
Since my daughter was sensible, she has never shed a tear except when her mother died.
This was the first time she shed tears because of grief.
He couldn't help but comfort him, "An'an, don't be like this."
"Dad, please let him stop. I don't want to see him in such pain."
"But have you forgotten how he has treated you all this time? He has never had a crush on you. Aren't you angry?"
"Dad, even though his heart has never moved for me, I still can't bear his pain...Dad, the punishment is enough, let him go..."
"Zuo An, I don't want you to plead for me..." Ling Ang spoke weakly, with a hint of weakness in his tone.
Although Zuo An was very worried about him at this time, nothing could change the viciousness in her heart.
Her kindness was for him alone, and he did not appreciate her short-lived mercy.
The hesitation in Zuo Jie's eyes immediately dissipated, replaced by viciousness, and he spoke loudly: "Okay, let's continue..."
Ling Ang raised the knife again, and the light in his eyes gradually faded, "These four swords of mine will be used to vent the dissatisfaction in your hearts over the years. From now on, we will not have any emotional entanglements."
Wang Aoshuang watched him raise his hand and was about to raise the knife, and his pupils suddenly widened.
The willpower generated by people at extremely critical moments is immeasurable. She was struggling violently from nowhere.
The men on both sides were only looking at the scene in front of them for a moment, but they were suddenly distracted and Wang Aoshuang broke free.
Wang Aoshuang rushed over like flying and knocked the knife out of Ling Ang's hand, "Ang... don't..."
He looked at her with lofty eyes, shaking his lips angrily, "Aoshuang, go away... I can still hold on..."
"No...I will never leave even if I die..." Wang Aoshuang cried violently.
Seeing this, Zuo An quickly walked over and supported Ling Ang, "Ang... don't be like this..."
Ling Ang weakly shook off her hand, "I don't need you to care."
Zuo Jie saw it and felt angry again, "Ling Ang, you are really ungrateful. I tell you, even if you get stabbed again, I will not let you go today."
Ling Ang's eyes narrowed, filled with resentment, "Zuo Jie, you don't keep your word."
"That's right, I just don't keep my word, what can you do to me?" Zuo Jie smiled treacherously.
Ling Ang was angered and his breathing suddenly became turbulent, "Zuo Jie, you despicable and dirty vixen..."
Seeing his painful look, Zuo An immediately worried and advised him, "Hang... don't get excited..."
Wang Aoshuang watched Zuo An distract himself with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
She picked up the gun she had just used to hit the turntable and pointed it at Zuo An's head, "Don't move..."
Zuo Jie was startled, his face suddenly changed, "Put down your gun immediately."