Anger was surging through Shi Xiaoyu's veins. She was utterly disappointed to hear that Shi Qingzhou was not in the least bit intimidated at all.
"Are you really not afraid that I'll lay a finger on your daughter?"
"Why must I be afraid? You're making it sound as if you even stand a chance at touching her." Shi Qingzhou stifled a yawn and continued, "Although I don't have to pay for picking up your call, I still find it really pointless talking to you. I'm hanging up."
Shi Qingzhou slammed the phone down to end the call. Shi Xiaoyu flew into an uncontrollable rage as she stared at her mobile phone's screen.
Shi Qingzhou could imagine how infuriated Shi Xiaoyu must be. She looked at Tuoba Shuo and said, "She was trying to provoke me on purpose and yet she was the one who got angry in the end. It really takes a special talent to do that."
