"Let go!"

When Song Yan smiles brightly, she is like a poppy flower blooming enchantingly. When her face is cold and expressionless, her indifferent strength is hard to ignore.

Before Gu Lanyan could react, Song Yan threw her hand away. At the same time, Song Yan quickly stepped forward and grabbed her fragile throat with one hand.

When his life gate was controlled by someone else, his first reaction was to struggle, but the hand on his throat became harder just as ...