His voice was filled with extreme impatience and indifference as he chastised her sharply. Qin Fan let go, flinging the suffocating Yao Jianjia behind him before striding away with his hands in his pockets.
COUGH! COUGH!
Behind him, color slowly returned to Yao Jianjia's face as she gasped for fresh air, her expression a mask of terror.
Just a moment ago, she had truly taken a trip to the Ghost Gate and back. If it had lasted any longer, if Qin Fan had used any more force, she wouldn't be reporting for military training right now—she'd be reporting to King Yan himself! Having lived for nineteen years, the simple, single-minded third miss of the Yao family felt true fear for the first time in her life. It was the first time she had ever felt so close to death.
Recalling Qin Fan's icy, merciless rebuke, she couldn't help but shudder.
Forget about the Pill Furnace. Stop harassing him.
Could she really do that? The third miss was already having second thoughts.
