Watching the malicious Lin Zhijie, Yun Hanrui's originally pale face gradually calmed down.
With a mocking look, she said to Lin Zhijie, "Lin Zhijie, you are now nothing but a dog for the Fusang people. Do you really think you have the qualifications to talk to me?"
Lin Zhijie was stunned; he hadn't expected Yun Hanrui to dare mock him under these circumstances.
"Hey, it seems you are really impatient!" Lin Zhijie was startled, then he made a gesture as if preparing to take off his clothes.
With a sarcastic tone, Yun Hanrui said, "If you dare touch a single hair on me, do you believe I would bite my tongue and commit suicide right here?"
"You... huh, even if copulating with a corpse is ominous, if you can tolerate it, we wouldn't mind!" Lin Zhijie said indifferently.
