At this moment, the Chairman of Gong's eyes were filled with a myriad of complex emotions: shock, anger, concern, disbelief...
Yet Gong Beiyao acted as if nothing was wrong, as if the person injured wasn't him.
"Let me know when it's enough," he said, as he plunged the military knife deeper into his own chest.
"Enough!!" the Chairman of Gong shouted, "Just what extent do you need to go to be satisfied!"
"Enough?" Gong Beiyao, hearing the first part of the Chairman's words, carelessly pulled out the knife and threw it to the ground, a seductive smile playing on his lips, "If it's enough, then good."
So he could leave now?
His lips were a sickly pale, he didn't even mind the pain from his wound as he strode forward.
Seeing his wound still bleeding, the Chairman of Gong quickly instructed Gong Shirao, "Shirao, go and check on him first!"
"There's no need, I won't die," Gong Beiyao coldly refused, "But if the wedding continues, Miss Ou is likely to marry a corpse."
