Le Tian suppressed her flaring temper and waited for Ding Junqi to finish his call before throwing him a look.
"What are you doing?" Le Tian hissed through gritted teeth.
Ding Junqi reached out and grabbed her wrist, his fingers pressing down on the scar. "Getting rid of all his traces."
Ding Junqi's words were so cold that Le Tian was convinced that he might personally remove the scar on her wrist at any moment.
"Ding Junqi," Le Tian growled.
Ding Junqi held her chin with his right hand. His eyes burning with an unusual redness. "Le Tian, this is my bottom line."
Ding Junqi spoke in a low voice. Under normal circumstances, he would let her do whatever she wanted. She said that she could not accept him for the time being. Fine, he could wait. She could take her time. He would not force her.
However, no matter how much he indulged her, he retained his bottom line. This bottom line was called Dong Feng.
