Seeing her unmoved, Xu Jingxi abruptly pulled her towards him, causing her to plop down into a chair.
It was a very hard aluminum outdoor chair, a military green with exquisite hollowed-out floral engravings.
She expected her bottom to hurt from the fall, but instead, she landed on a soft cushion.
Leh Ying's breathing slowed, and she turned to face him. He wasn't looking at her, his head propped leisurely as he gazed at the cabinet filled with real guns, his jawline tense.
She didn't know if it was her misconception, but she felt that he had an immense disdain for what she had just said.
Actually, Xu Jingxi was a person who found it too easy to look down on others.
His words hung overhead: "Are you going to speak, come on, if you can't say it, shall I say it for you?"
"Do you believe me this time?" Leh Ying asked again.
