What Can You Use to Make It Up to Me?

The girl hanging from the ceiling suddenly turned around. A frightening light shone from her eyes, and her stiff limbs began to tremble erratically.

"Ah?"

Lareus and his bodyguards were startled by the girl's sudden movement.

Han Jiang and Fu Hua quickly entered the room and stood in front of Lareus.

"What are you doing? Get my daughter down! Hurry, she's still alive!"

Lareus became agitated. Since his daughter could still speak, they should save her first.

Han Jiang and Fu Hua did not move.

The moment he had opened the door, Han Jiang had noticed the iron rods nailed into the ceiling to secure the rope.

Whether judging from the files or the girl's build, she did not have the ability to hammer two iron rods into the ceiling to secure the rope she had used to hang herself.

"Why are you blocking me? Get her down already!"

Lareus tried to push Han Jiang aside, but Han Jiang stood there like a utility pole. With Lareus's strength, he could not move him in the slightest.

In his agitation, Lareus waved a hand and began directing the bodyguards. "Move, all of you! Why aren't you saving her? Do you still want your jobs or not?!"

Lareus's judgment had been clouded by the sight of his daughter hanging herself, but the bodyguards were not fools.

Could a normal person still speak after being hung from the ceiling with a rope cinched around their neck?

Slap!

Suddenly, the lights in the room came on.

The girl who had hanged herself wore a white dress. Her hair hung loose and obscured her face. Blood still dripped from her right arm, drop by drop, onto the floor directly beneath her.

Han Jiang looked up. Besides the rope around the girl's neck, faint, nearly invisible