After hanging up the phone, Qin Shou looked at Ye Fan with a face full of trepidation, "Young Master Ye, the call has already been made, I..."
Qin Shou had no idea what he was about to face next.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, "Just now you all have made it clear what your own outcomes will be; do I need to do it myself? Cut off your own arm. If I have to do it, it won't be so simple!"
Ye Fan just gave Qin Shou a piercing look, and Qin Shou instantly felt as though he was targeted by a venomous snake, shivering all over, "I'll do it, I'll do it..."
If only he had known that the fate he spelled out for "Qing Shaocheng" would be his own, he wouldn't have been so ruthless!
What goes around comes around, and now it was his turn!
Qin Shou picked up the ashtray from the table with a face full of despair, gathering his Qi Force, preparing to smash it onto his wrist. But still, he found it hard to follow through.
