Qin Lang absent-mindedly tapped the coffee table, waiting for Luo Qingli's reaction.
"What exactly do you want?" Luo Qingli wanted to beat Qin Lang to a pulp, but knew that she couldn't do anything just yet.
She couldn't risk putting Mi Lu's life in jeopardy.
Luo Qingli obediently sat back down, thinking how she would never have imagined that a plot like those on television could happen in real life before she met Qin Lang.
"What's the rush? Let me think! I suggest you don't distract me, or I can't say what I might end up doing." Qin Lang threatened, yet his handsome face didn't betray any emotions.
"You say you've kidnapped Mi Lu, but you gotta let me know how she's doing!" Luo Qingli had no interest in admiring Qin Lang's face; all she wanted now was to find Mi Lu as soon as possible.
"Right! You're correct! At least you're not so rash, and you still don't fully believe me. That's a good move on your part." Qin Lang seemed to admire Luo Qingli.
