Feng Fuce walked up to her, cold eyes gathering like icy clouds.
He held Bai Yanyan's kite in his hand.
"From now on, stay away from Zhi'er." Feng Fuce's long fingers pulled out the wooden stick used to secure the kite!
In the next second, the sharp end of the stick pressed against Bai Yanyan's neck.
Frightened, she gasped heavily, unable to speak, showing only eyes filled with terror.
Feng Fuce looked at her as if he were looking at a dying person!
"The Emperor has spared you, giving you a lifeline, but it doesn't mean that no one will handle your malice."
Feng Fuce let out a mocking laugh: "The person who sent you should have told you that the Emperor does not kill recklessly, but I will."
"If I find out again that you attempt to harm Zhi'er, I will flay you, and use your skin to make a kite."
His tone was indifferent, yet his deep and calm voice was pleasing, filled with a youthful charm.
