Second-hand goods!
Dongfang Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, grabbed Li Huiqiao's arm, and gave her an over-the-shoulder throw.
Daring to speak of Anqi, she doesn't want to live?
"Ouch!" Li Huiqiao was in unbearable pain, struggling to get up: "What, am I wrong? Already married and still want to hook up with my man, isn't that being cheap? I'm telling you, go back and tell Anqi, I already with..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Dongfang Ling, always fierce, grabbed Li Huiqiao's head and pressed it into the sink, turning on the faucet, letting the water run over her hair.
Dongfang Ling repeatedly held her under the water, warning her, "Knowing who Anqi is to me, you dare speak like that? Speak without thinking, if I don't teach you a lesson today, I am not Dongfang Ling."
Dongfang Ling... Why does this name sound so familiar?
But that's not important, what's important is that she was indeed suffering from being choked by the water.
"Let go..."
