He clenched his other fist as he stared at the other man as if he were looking at a corpse.
Gradually, Fu Mingxuan's breath got more ragged.
By then, a touch of panic had appeared on his face.
"J-Ji… Ziming… y-you're… cr-crazy…"
"…"
Alas, in the face of his breathless words, the man seemed not to have heard anything and kept gripping his throat tightly.
This went on until—
Bang!
"What are you doing?! Let go!"
Mu Heng could not believe his eyes. When he had gotten a call from Fu Mingxuan's assistant, he just thought that the two were arguing.
Never did he expect to see this scene when he walked into the office!
Seeing that Ji Ziming was gripping the other's throat tightly, he felt that the man was someone foreign.
At that moment, the man was nothing like his best friend and was more like a demon from the depths of hell as he emanated a murderous aura.
