As he spoke, he was about to shove the person out. Was this guy now full of mischief, eagerly waiting to watch a good show?!
It had taken so much effort just to muster the courage to come here, and Xie Mingcheng was not willing to leave. He braced himself against the door, "Wei Liao, you damn well better not go too far."
Seeing him so anxious that his face was red and his ears were hot, Wei Liao could barely contain his laughter and feigned a sigh.
"Alright then, if you get any kind of punishment, don't say I didn't warn you. Take care of yourself..."
No sooner had Xie Mingcheng entered the room,
than the air in the living room became instantly silent, a heavy, oppressive silence.
Men and women, young and old, looked at each other but nobody spoke. Even the crying Wei Shuzi automatically closed her little mouth.
Xing Xiaojiu, with her eyes closed, felt something was off and suddenly pulled down the tragic magazine covering her face.
