He said as he leaned closer to Song Yi, his eyes filled with frivolousness and obscenity: "Will you?"
"Tang Si's woman, very feisty."
As he spoke, he reached out and dragged Song Yi over, pulling her hair with one hand and choking her neck with the other, viciously: "But here, you're nothing! You're just a damn substitute, why are you acting tough with me?"
He used a lot of force, Song Yi felt her scalp ache, a sharp and penetrating pain.
Her neck was gripped tightly, making her feel suffocated.
Her eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
But when she looked at Jiang Yan, her gaze was still cold and disdainful.
She simply looked down on him.
"Substitute..." Song Yi, being choked, struggled to say, "I don't know what your goal is, but without this substitute, you're nothing."
Jiang Yan sneered coldly, as if touched by some sore spot, he yanked Song Yi's hair and tossed her brutally to the ground: "Don't toast, eat fine wine!"
