What Shen Zifeng wanted was not just this answer.
He suddenly started walking with determined strides. All of a sudden, he clenched his hand around Shen Wei's neck. His grip was tight, and as he did so, he was watching Shen Wei's nervous expression, and suddenly laughed out loud.
It was as if Shen Wei's tension was a symbol of submission in his eyes. Often, Shen Wei did not really take him, her elder brother, seriously.
What he saw more often in Shen Wei's eyes was contempt and disregard.
This demeanor repeatedly stabbed at Shen Zifeng's heart. He had sworn that one day he would make Shen Wei truly afraid of him, to submit to him.
And now, this plan was firmly underway.
"I didn't come to see you today to listen to your refusal. I hope you know better than to cross me. You'd better know what I want. You'd better give me all the money you have. Otherwise, if you anger me, it won't end well for you."
Shen Zifeng emphasized each word.
