"If I told her, you wouldn't still be alive, she would've chopped your head off like a watermelon last night."
"You think Xinyi is you, a violence maniac."
"Even violence is provoked by you."
Without mentioning it, all was okay, but once brought up, Xiao Fangfang again remembered that night at the hotel.
She was sleeping well when someone woke her up with a phone call in the middle of the night. What made her angry was that there was a sick grandmother at home. She dared not turn off her phone or even set it to vibrate, and in the end, Du Feiyu's calls blew up her phone.
The torment was imaginable.
Fortunately, Fangfang didn't find him that day, otherwise, she would have split that bastard in half for sure.
"Has Du Feiyu called you these past few days?" Ye Xiong asked.
"He called once and then never again."
"Why?" This guy is too wimpy, right!
"Because I told him, I change my pillow every three days."
"OCD, that scared him?"
