Rong Shaoze walked up to him and asked in a deep voice, "What's happened to her?"
Tao Hua glanced at him, sighed helplessly, and said, "Rong Shaoze, just forget about her. Since she's gone, it's better for both you and her."
Rong Shaoze's eyes turned cold and suddenly, he kicked over the glass coffee table in front of him. A huge bang resounded in the spacious living room, a sound so alarming it made one shudder.
But Tao Hua leaned against the sofa, his expression still unchanged.
"Tao Hua, I'm asking you once again, what exactly happened to her? Believe it or not, I'll shoot you in the head right now!" Rong Shaoze pulled out a pistol and aimed it at his head.
"She's dying," a crisp voice suddenly rang out.
Annie walked down from upstairs, her face wearing a hint of an elegant smile.
"He won't tell you, but I will. Your woman, she's dying."
Rong Shaoze's pupils contracted, he stared at her darkly, holding back, and demanded in a low voice, "Make yourself clear."
