Yang Muyan glanced at Ji Bo and sneered. "How useless! Can't even stand this scene. What can you achieve in your life?"
Ji Bo bellowed as he still felt nauseous. "Lan Yu, this is my home! You can kill whomever you want outside, but never do that disgusting thing in my house."
He knew who Yang Muyan really was, but he never called her by her real name.
"Don't worry, I won't kill in your house, I am just giving a little punishment to someone who once tried to kill me. As you see, I can do things which you can't ever imagine. So, you better think about us getting married soon."
Yang Muyan was facing Ji Bo and standing against the window. As the sunlight shone through the curtains, her silhouette was blurred and her face was hidden in the shadow, making her look eerie and twisted.
And her hoarse voice made Ji Bo extremely uncomfortable.
