"I'm going to strangle you!"
With a sudden roar, Zhao Si fell to the ground as Qin Hao clutched his throat.
"No, please! I was wrong!"
Zhao Si begged for mercy, and Qin Hao applied more pressure, making him go purple before finally letting go.
"Huff... huff..."
Zhao Si bent over, greedily sucking in fresh air.
Qin Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered, "Luckily, I restrained myself, otherwise I almost killed this kid. Then I'd be a treacherous scoundrel."
"Sob sob!"
Zhao Si couldn't speak, tears rolling down his face unexpectedly.
"Alright then." Qin Hao said helplessly, "Just work well with me in the future, and I'll try not to kill you."
Zhao Si cried even harder upon hearing this.
Riiiiing.
The phone rang.
Zhao Si wiped his tears and said, "That's the forty-first time your phone rang."
"Oh." Qin Hao went over, picked up the call, and heard Zhao Mengke's anxious voice, "You big jerk, where the hell have you been? Why are you only answering now!"
