Ning Zihuan crossed his arms, leaning lazily against the wall, his gaze sweeping over the decadent scene before him, a devilish smile curling on his lips: "Joking, is there anyone I'm afraid of, Ning Zihuan? Don't try to provoke me with your tricks."
Ye Xiaoxiao, seeing her plot unveiled, wasn't angered but instead laughed: "I think you're just afraid of Yan Song, if you don't dare to do it, just say it directly, I won't make fun of you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a large hand suddenly grasped her throat, cutting off her breath instantly. Ye Xiaoxiao's face turned a deep red as she struggled, her sharp nails scratching the skin of the hand she held in front of her, but the man didn't even flinch, only tightening his grip further.
"Overly smart."
Just when Ye Xiaoxiao thought she would die like this, the other party suddenly let go. Gasping for air like a fish out of water, Ye Xiaoxiao clutched her neck with both hands, bending over, tears choking out.
