If there had been a second choice, He Tang would have done anything.
But it seemed as if God wanted her dead, for even the window in the hotel room could only be opened a crack the size of a palm, probably to prevent anyone from jumping out.
The knocking grew louder and more insistent, followed by the commanding voice of Zhang Qian.
"He Tang, how many kicks do you think this damn door can take? Be smart and open it yourself."
He Tang clenched her teeth, her hands trembling as she struggled several times before finally unlocking the door from the inside.
The next second, Zhang Qian barged in like a gust of wind.
Before He Tang could react, there was a loud "bang" as he slammed the door shut behind him, scooped her up by the waist with one hand, and dragged her to the bed, firmly choking her neck.
"Dare to scheme against me, how fucking daring are you! Huh?"
