Ling Tian'ao was burning with rage as he stepped forward, grabbed her by the collar, and pointed the gun at her forehead.
Xia Zhisu looked at the terrifying gun indifferently and said, "Ling Tian'ao, I really don't understand what's the point of dwelling on these things? You already have a fiancee; do you really have feelings for me or something?"
The hand Ling Tian'ao held the gun with paused, like a child who was caught off guard, and he roared even more furiously, "What do you think you are? Just a woman I've slept with a few times! You really think too highly of yourself!"
At these words, everyone turned their gaze toward Xia Zhisu.
Their faces filled with contempt and mockery.
Xia Zhisu's own anger was not small, "Yeah! I'm just someone Mr. Ling has slept with a few times. Why does Mr. Ling keep holding onto me and not let go? And to force me to submit with such a tough approach! Does Mr. Ling always woo women with a gun pointed at them?!"
