C70 A Portrait of Madame Laure(6)

Chung Jingchen's back stiffened. His little finger hooked onto the rough hemp rope.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground matched with the sound of his heart beating. It was rapid and malicious.

The long whip was raised high in her hand. The whip wind had already swept across her fair and delicate face. She was shouting and shouting in danger.

At the critical moment