"If your answer can satisfy me, I will consider letting you off."
Guan Yiying snorted. She was thinking of spitting on Qiao Mu, but the fat little squirrel whipped her mouth with its tail just as she was about to do that.
"You b*tch, don't think of getting any information from me." Guan Yiying said threateningly, "If my dad knows how you are treating me, he will definitely not let you off!"
Several rivulets of water danced between Qiao Mu's fingers before gradually freezing into thin, sharp, and extremely long icicles. "Is that so?"
These dozen thin and sharp icicles stabbed deeply into Guan Yiying's shoulder, promptly making her spasm.
"Ah!!!"
"Guan Yiying." Qiao Mu's icy voice entered Guan Yiying's ears, and it chilled her entire body to the bone.
"What is your relationship with Fan Qiuhe?"
