C154 Men Always Need to Vent Their Anger

As soon as Su Qian finished speaking, a tall and strong man came in again.

He poured the contents of the bucket onto her body once again.

That pungent smell. . .

It was gasoline!

Gu Lanqing's small face turned pale.

Seeing Su Qian take the lighter from the bodyguard, Su Qian kept playing with the lighter. The faint blue flame of the lighter, in Gu Lanqing's eyes