"Speak!" Bo Fengheng's anger was uncontrollable as he reached out and grabbed her throat unwillingly.
Mu Yin's breath hitched, but there was no trace of fear, "Because I like Brother Ke, I've liked him since I was little, what's plastic surgery compared to that?"
Bo Fengheng's deep and dark pupils suddenly contracted to their limits.
It felt as if his chest had been violently struck, shattering all his veins.
Although he had long known she had someone else in her heart, he never imagined that hearing her admit it would cause him such pain!
"Sleeping around doesn't count for anything?" Something seemed to shatter bit by bit at the bottom of his eyes as his deep, icy voice suddenly turned hoarse as if it was grinding out blood.
Mu Yin's heart trembled violently.
But when she looked again, all that was left was a killing intent as cold and brutal as the Devil.
The hand gripping her throat felt like the Death Sentence.
