[You think you can insult Ah Chu?]
He had just rushed over and heard her utter this sentence—how zealously she was defending that man named Yan Chu, how intimate their relationship must be, they had almost gotten married once.
"The slap I gave her was light," Luo Qiangwei said with a sarcastic smile, "Do you believe that if she continues to twist the truth and talk nonsense, I won't hesitate to run her over with a car?"
"You'd better have said that offhandedly," Mo Shiche squatted there, dressed in the simplest shirt and trousers, his lips curled in a sinister, indifferent arc, "otherwise, I'll make you pay the price—including those sleazy lovers of yours, I'll take care of them all, ensuring you can't find a man even if you're dying to sleep with one. Don't challenge my limits, alright?"
Limits.
What were his limits, Sheng Miao?
Luo Qiangwei's heart seized, her hands clenched. She stared intently at his pale, handsome face and suddenly shouted, "Liansu."
