"Zhang Dao, what do you mean?"
Su Cheng had also changed the way he addressed him.
Zhang Dao's smile disappeared. "What do you mean? Didn't your precious daughter tell you when she went back? Is it so easy to get away with offending me? If I don't get back at you today, I, Zhang Dao, won't be able to survive in the underworld in the future!"
Su Cheng frowned at him. "Did Da Ya hurt you?"
He had long seen that Zhang Dao was injured, but he did not really care about Zhang Dao. If Zhang Dao did not mention it, he would not bother to ask.
Zhang Dao snorted. "Stop pretending! If you don't want to hand her over, fine."
He took out a dagger and stabbed it into the table between them.
"Leave a hand!"
Su Cheng's gaze landed on the cold dagger. "If I leave it, will you let her off?"
Zhang Dao narrowed his eyes and smiled. "That depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, I might not argue with that fatty."
