"If you dare do it again, I will crush your throat!"
Yue Feng let go of her abruptly.
Ran Qing stumbled backwards a couple of steps, out of the room, coughing and gasping for air.
With a "bang!", Yue Feng shut the door, leaving her outside.
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Yue Feng returned to his room. With long strides, he crossed over to the bar and poured himself a glass of liquor.
He gulped it down suddenly.
A fiery burning sensation surged down his throat, momentarily washing away the discomfort in his heart.
But when the liquid finally passed through his throat, the pain came back again.
With a "crash!", Yue Feng violently flung the glass at the television right in his field of view.
The bulletproof television remained intact, repeatedly playing the surveillance footage of Lu Ming kissing Jing Yiren.
As if unsatisfied, Yue Feng left the bar, lifted up a bar stool, and hurled it towards the television.
