Le Tian clenched her hands tightly. The blood on her neck slowly flowed to her collarbone. The sticky feeling made her uncomfortable.
"Let me ask the third question for you,"Le Tian said. Looking at Ding junqi opposite her, Ding Junqi's expression was not very good at the moment. Compared to her ruthlessness just now, she was a little more shocked, a little more... painful.
"The third question, from the time you were twenty until now, do you know how many articles Zhao Fangyu has written? Do you know how many people Zhao Fangyu has offended?"Le Tian said, his mind was a little numb. Even the words that came out of his mouth were slightly trembling.
Zhao fangyu looked at Le Tian, but this time, the dagger did not slide down.
