"I'll say it again, will you apologize or not?" Wen Zhiyuan asked coldly.
His gaze was like a sharp knife, landing on Gu Luoluo's face.
Gu Luoluo bit her lip, stubbornly saying, "No..."
She simply wouldn't apologize, wouldn't apologize!
She wasn't wrong!
Wen Zhiyuan's hand moved up a little, his index finger pressing on her carotid artery.
Gu Luoluo's throat itched, wanting to cough but unable to, feeling extremely uncomfortable, an aching discomfort. She glared fiercely at Wen Zhiyuan, refusing to relent.
Wen Zhiyuan released his hand just as she was about to suffocate, but tightened his grip on her neck again within two seconds.
"Will you apologize?"
Gu Luoluo felt like she was going crazy, her brain starting to go blank from the lack of oxygen, her hands weakly falling on Wen Zhiyuan's hand but unable to exert any strength.
Ling Feng signaled to Gu Luoluo with his eyes, suggesting not to suffer temporary losses.
