What?
She's messing around?
Mu Yin, having been thrown so hard her back nearly broke, didn't let out the blood that boiled up but instead got so angry her face turned red. "Are you sick or something?"
"No, correction, your whole family is sick."
And seriously sick at that.
Now that the gloves were off, she wasn't going to be polite with him anymore.
It was too much bullying, utterly unbearable!
Bo Fengheng's large hand clenched her delicate chin, turning her face toward him. His deep dark eyes as cold and frightening as an ancient well, and even his thin lips had, at some point, taken on a trace of indistinct rage.
The invisible aura around him was so overpowering it left one breathless, "Tang Qingyue, I warn you, no matter whom you like or what you're here for, as long as you're my fiancée, you must behave yourself, or else..."
