Dialing the number on the paper, it rang twice before getting through.
"Hello."
Just as Mo Qingxin's languid voice came through, Shen Cheng coldly said, "Come at me if you dare, but don't touch my brother."
Hearing her words, Mo Qingxin fell silent for a second over the phone before laughing, "Touch your brother? Miss Shen, are you calling me this late to joke about this?"
No sooner had she spoken did Shen Cheng involuntarily curve her lips, "I don't want to waste another word on you, Mo Qingxin, I warn you—if you dare harm a hair on my brother's head, I'll kill your entire family."
She was clearly smiling, but it was chilling to the bone.
For a moment, even the air seemed to carry a chilling aura that could seep into one's bones.
On the other end, Mo Qingxin laughed, "Kill my entire family? Miss Shen, surely you know who my family members are, don't you?"
Shen Cheng chuckled lightly, "Heh, are you threatening me now?"
