"Are you ordering me?" In the same second, Chu Mo slightly lifted his head, his voice tinged with indifferent detachment.
"Yes, I am ordering you! Let go of me!"
Wei Zhe's voice was furious and spiteful, containing a hint of a roar, like an extremely enraged lion.
However.
Strangely enough, not only did Chu Mo not get angry, but he also revealed a faint smile as tranquil as water: "Are you sure you're ordering me?"
"Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure, let go!! You little bastard!" Wei Zhe was grinding his teeth, with rage boiling in his heart.
Just as he was about to explode again, Chu Mo spoke first: "Since you're so sure, then your other hand, it seems, is not needed anymore, right?"
Following that, Chu Mo's smile grew even more intense.
"Damn it, kid, what are you going to do... what are you going to do!!" Wei Zhe's voice was wild but filled with endless terror, fear, concern, and even a hint of despair.
