"Sister Li, how do you want to settle this account with me?"
Wu Xiaoshan had never been afraid of Chen Kaili.
Now that she didn't have those experts by her side, Wu Xiaoshan asked with a faint smile.
"Look at the fine mess you've made. I still have marks on my neck from where you nearly strangled me. How do you think we should settle this account?"
Chen Kaili's face was livid as she tilted her head back to show Wu Xiaoshan her pale neck.
The dark purple fingerprints were shocking, looking at them was frightening.
For a person, there is nothing more terrifying than facing the threat of death.
Wu Xiaoshan looked at Chen Kaili's neck, but his gaze involuntarily slid downwards.
In her forties, Chen Kaili was at the age when a woman is most flavorful.
Chen Kaili's figure was indeed top-notch, and now as she tilted her neck towards Wu Xiaoshan to show him, she was completely oblivious that her deep V-neck couldn't contain the view inside.
