When he saw the contents inside, his expression was like the sky before a storm.
His angular face was devoid of any warmth, his brows frosted with a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to turn even the air into shards of ice.
Inside the box lay a gruesomely eviscerated rat, its organs neatly arranged to one side, the blood staining the interior of the box red. Beneath the rat's carcass lay a card.
Fu Qiyuan's well-defined fingers pulled out the card, revealing five bright red characters.
[Die, bitch!]
His pitch-black eyes remained fixed on the card, not a flicker of expression crossing his handsome face, yet Su Ran found him far more terrifying now than if he were in a raging fury.
He looked on for a long moment, his bottomless eyes gradually taking on a chilling malevolence and sinister intent, his aura of cruel bloodthirstiness exploding forth.
Su Ran felt a twinge of fear; she had never seen Fu Qiyuan like this before.
