The atmosphere in the car was suffocating to the extreme.
The two underlings were both afraid to breathe, fearing they would become scapegoats for Luo Xiaoqian.
Luo Ke lifted a handkerchief, gently wiping the corner of his lips, then he withdrew the handkerchief, his gaze falling on the bright red bloodstain on it, and the malice in his olive green eyes became even more pronounced.
A woman, in such a short time, had hit him twice, and both times he bled.
Even if Luo Xiaoqian indulged him, his limits had already reached their peak.
Turning his face, he glanced sideways at Luo Xiaoqian, his fingers gripping the handkerchief tightly.
Due to exerting too much force, his bones began to crackle, and the silver Cobra Ring on his index finger reflected a cold silver light in the dim light of the car, like a poisonous snake ready to strike at any moment.
Luo Xiaoqian shrank into a corner of the car, nervously pursing her lips.
