Xiao Qian's confrontation with the sleazy man behind the harassing phone calls continues.
"Do you know what I want to do to you? I want to scar your little face, hehehe!" The man held the phone in one hand.
"Hmm, what else do you want to do?" Xiao Qian, following Yu Minglang's instructions to stall, showed no signs of agitation. Her eyes looked out of the window at the night city lights. She couldn't see what was happening outside, but she felt extraordinarily calm.
Because she knew that in a place she couldn't see, there was a man protecting her. His love never left.
The harassing phone calls from the sleazy man usually ended as soon as they began.
But this time, the call wasn't cut off. The man was fantasizing about his goddess on the other end of the line, and his words became more and more despicable.
"I'm going to slice your face so your blood will drip on my ****. Are you scared now? Beg for mercy!" The man's excited breaths became louder and louder.
