"Speak," Mo Yuhan's voice was cold as ever with a hint of impatience in it.
It has been more than ten minutes since he is sitting in the VIP ward waiting for Su Feng to talk. But the man was hesitating again and again.
The current Su Feng is no longer the charming playboy who bedded different women regularly. He has lost all his charms, his face looked pale as one of his arms was missing.
After much hesitation, he opened his mouth to ask "Was it worth it? Why must you be so cruel to the extent of cutting my arm? How are you different from a criminal?"
Secretary Yu, who was standing behind Mo Yuhan could feel his heart turning cold. He shouldn't have convinced President to meet this psycho. The man is already in this condition yet he is provoking the devil.
Su Feng didn't notice how his hands clenched in fear when Mo Yuhan stood up from the sofa but the man didn't have any shift of expressions on his indifferent face.
