Seeing Fu min's silence, Qi Chen immediately lost interest.
He stood up lazily, walked to a nearby chair, and sat down. He took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his slender fingers very carefully, as if Fu min had some bacteria on his body.
Fu Shang was speechless.
Don't stop her, she's going to kill this guy.
Fu min was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and his mind turned black.
The blood at the corner of the young girl's lips gradually slid down, straight across her beautiful sharp chin, against her white and clean face, it added a bit of shocking beauty.
He tasted a fishy sweetness in his mouth, but there was also a strange bitterness mixed in.
Fu min frowned.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that ... Her blood was poisonous?
The man's deep, magnetic, and pleasant voice rang out in Fu min's mind.
It was cold and emotionless, and it sounded lazy and alluring.
"Take her away and deal with her."
