Chapter 132 - 128 Met (3)
Tian Sangsang was initially startled, then desperately tried to free her hand from his grasp. Yet the harder she struggled, the stronger his grip became, and the more her bones ached.
Turns out even being a big guy isn’t all-powerful. Despite his injuries, this man’s strength rivaled that of an ox.
This infuriated her—trying to save someone only to end up almost being murdered!
"Are you trying to rebel here, Jiang?!" Tian Sangsang was livid, glaring at him. "Let go of me, do you hear?! If you don’t let go, I’ll solve this with a knife. Jiang!!!"
After scolding him, the man laying on the ground still refused to release his grip. His resolute brows were furrowed tightly, his eyes seemed to flicker open briefly before shutting again. His delicate face remained pale. His thin lips parted slightly, and he murmured, "Sis..."
Tian Sangsang was incensed, staring at him in disbelief. "I didn’t expect you to be such a smooth operator! Even in a haze, you can call for ’Sis.’ How many sisters do you have, Jiang? Or were you calling me ’Sis’? Even to me, this black and chubby woman, you can muster calling me ’Sis’..."
A shiver ran down her spine; she dared not contemplate further.
"Fine, fine. Sis it is then." Tian Sangsang lowered her voice. "But could you kindly let go of my hand, Jiang? If you don’t soon, I swear I’ll pry your grip off with a knife. Jiang, I mean it—shed blood, don’t blame me. Blame your sister instead."
He seemed to be in pain, his voice faltering, "Not... Jiang. It’s... Jinghuai... Little... Jinghuai..."
Little Jinghuai?!