How ridiculous!
Xu Haohao was also a stubborn person and had already torn face with Feng Huaimu. Hearing the voice of this usually gentle man threatening her coldly, her fiery temper came out instantly.
"If you have the guts, just strangle me! Anyway, haven't you already planned to commit a crime? Why be afraid to add me to the list? As long as you strangle me, I'll immediately tear this painting!" Xu Haohao was pressed against the desk by him, clutching the painting with a reverse grip, fearlessly shouting at him.
The atmosphere in the study room was tense and hostile.
Xu Haohao was furious, while Feng Huaimu's expression was cold as if he was ready to kill.
Feng Huaimu stared at the glaring red marks that appeared on Xu Haohao's fair neck under his grip. He unconsciously pursed his lips and released his grip.
