Qiao Yutong let out a startled cry when her chest was suddenly grabbed, and her arms instinctively loosened.
Song Xiaodong was overjoyed, thinking he was about to break free, but who would have thought the grip on his neck would instantly tighten again, "You son of a bitch... I'm going to strangle you!"
Song Xiaodong knew he had really stirred up a hornet's nest, completely infuriating Qiao Yutong, but it was too late for regrets now. At this rate, she would definitely strangle him to death.
His hands simply pinched and groped around without restraint; after all, he had already erred, and he was being strangled rather fiercely. If he didn't take advantage of the situation now, he would be at an even greater loss.
"Bastard, go to hell, go to hell!" Qiao Yutong exerted even more strength in her arms. She was treating Song Xiaodong as if he were her mortal enemy.
