Chu Yin froze for a moment.
Hearing someone wanted to deal with her, she was scared, her breath faltering.
Just hesitating for a second, the curator raised his hand and slapped Chu Yin hard on the face.
"Bitch!"
Chu Yin felt the sting of blood in her mouth, half her face was numb, she even felt her eyes were covered in blood.
The curator threw her aside, picked up the phone, and aimed to grab Fang Sisi.
Chu Yin ignored the pain and turned over to grab the curator’s leg.
"Sisi! Hurry!"
Fang Sisi, long imprisoned and tamed, would think of those tortured days and nights upon seeing the curator’s face.
Her legs went weak, motionless.
Until hearing Chu Yin’s cries, she came to her senses, braced herself, and ran towards the computer.
The curator moved his leg, but couldn’t budge.
He was furious, directly lifted the other foot and stepped on Chu Yin’s arm.
"Ah!"
Chu Yin cried out in pain.
But she still didn’t let go.
Enduring the pain, she spoke: "Sisi, hurry..."
Fang Sisi dared not delay, eyes red, opened the computer.
Looking at the flashing screen, Fang Sisi’s face was colorless, her hands trembling unable to hold the mouse steadily.
Her eyes filled with tears, she shook her head with force, wanting to deny something.
The metallic taste in her mouth made her unable to cry.
"Not me, not me..."
"Sisi... Hurry..."
Chu Yin was kicked again by the curator, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Fang Sisi was awakened, tightly gripped the mouse, selected the evidence, and was ready to send it to the account Chu Yin told her.
Seeing Chu Yin couldn’t be shaken off, the curator glared viciously at Fang Sisi.
"Fang Sisi! If you dare send it! The computer will automatically publish those filthy scenes of yours online, from now on, not only you, but your family, everyone will know how you pleased men like a dog."
"No! You forced me!"
"Really? We didn’t force you to do anything else!" The curator hinted.
Fang Sisi felt like she was hit with a stick, her hand halted on the send button.
The curator saw through Fang Sisi’s mind.
"Sisi, you should know what to do!"
"No, no..."
Fang Sisi fell into a struggle.
An unknown emotion flashed in her eyes, she pressed down hard.
Exhausted, she collapsed helplessly on the ground.
At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.
The curator realized the danger, grabbed Chu Yin quickly, took out a gun from behind and pointed it at her head.
In an instant, Sang Li broke in with his men.
"Don’t move! Or let her die with me!" The curator shouted.
Chu Yin was powerless to resist, she could only let the curator hold her.
Her lips red, she looked at the newcomers, smacking her lips: "Mr. Sang, you’re too slow."
"Don’t speak."
Chu Yin’s face was as white as paper, her disheveled hair stuck to her blood-red lips, appearing poignantly broken.
Sang Li clenched his fists.
Just as he was about to step forward, a figure rushed into his arms.
"Save me."
Fang Sisi clung to Sang Li’s clothes like a lifeline.
She recognized from the voice that Sang Li was the man who promised to save her.
The long torment made her unable to endure here for a moment longer, she directly dashed towards Sang Li.
The sudden event instead gave the curator an opportunity, he moved towards the door.
He pressed Chu Yin, retreating step by step out of the office, dragging her all the way to the rooftop.
Sang Li pushed away the person clinging to him, didn’t even look, turned and followed to the rooftop with his men.
The curator was forced to the edge of the rooftop.
He glanced down, besides firefighters, there were police cars.
They were trapped with no escape.
The curator stood on the rooftop in the cold wind, sweating profusely.
He gave Chu Yin a hateful look: "It’s all your fault, all your fault..."
As he spoke, he wished to thrust the gun into Chu Yin’s brain.
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