"Should I be thanking you for throwing me into a trash heap?" Ye Shaorong's voice crackled with frustration on the other end of the line, veins almost bulging with rage.
"You're welcome," Bai Nuanxi replied humbly, as if oblivious to his anger.
Fuming, Ye Shaorong gritted his teeth and asked the man with the gun, "Why haven't you killed her yet?"
The man, caught in the middle, was speechless. *Weren't you the one who said to wait until we confirmed Qing Hu's location before dealing with the witnesses? Now you're asking me why I haven't acted?*
Silently, he cursed his misfortune. *Of all the people to run into, it had to be someone who knows my boss! And now, after all this flirting and banter, I'm the one who's going to get blamed? This is so unfair!*
Bai Nuanxi feigned hurt. "Do you really wish for my death? After all, I'm your savior! Your words wound me deeply!"
