"Wei Shengli, what the hell are you talking about!"
Jiang Xiaobai's anger erupted instantly, grabbing Wei Shengli by the collar, lifting him like a chick.
"Do you have a death wish or something?"
Wei Shengli's mistake was thinking his relationship with Jiang Xiaobai had reached a point where anything could be discussed.
Jiang Xiaobai shoved him against the wall, and Wei Shengli felt like his bones were about to break, his chest pressed by a heavy stone, making it hard to breathe.
He saw murderous intent in Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, the kind of gaze that would make you break out in a cold sweat every time you recalled it in your lifetime.
Wei Shengli thought Jiang Xiaobai was going to kill him, his face turned pale with fear, his whole body trembling, he couldn't even utter a plea, almost losing his soul.
Jiang Xiaobai let go, and Wei Shengli slumped to the ground like a lump of mud, taking a long time to stand up by leaning on the wall, then left Jiang Xiaobai's room silently.
