1720, Old Acquaintance
The bulging veins on Yu Lingqian's forehead highlighted his anger at this moment.
He unceremoniously grasped Arthur's throat with his right hand, his voice deep and frightening:
"That's something I should be asking you. What are you doing here?"
Arthur struggled desperately a few times, but realized he couldn't shake Yu Lingqian's iron grip at all, so he simply gave up.
He adjusted his crooked gold-framed glasses. Despite his face turning red from lack of air, the corners of his mouth still curled into a faint smile:
"After all these years, to see you still getting so angry, it seems that matter truly affected you deeply!"
"Shut up!"
Yu Lingqian's expression turned icy, and he tightened his grip further.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Arthur coughed violently, his face turning blue.
Yet even in such a state, he didn't struggle, just stared with his deep blue eyes, a mocking smile hanging from his lips:
