The next second, he reached out and grabbed Korea's neck, glaring at her, "Give me the ring."
"I... I..."
Her neck was being squeezed; Korea opened her mouth but couldn't speak at all.
Seeing her face turning from red to purple, the butler was terrified and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Ji Chicheng, "Young master, please restrain your anger. Let go of Miss Korea first."
Ji Chicheng ignored him and ordered, "Bring me what she's holding."
It was a threatening tone.
If he didn't get it, he would strangle this woman today.
Ji Chicheng exuded a terrifying murderous aura; the butler dared not question him, "Miss Korea, whatever you took from the young master, please take it out quickly."
"No, I... I didn't take anything from him."
"Hmph!" Ji Chicheng snorted coldly, giving Korea a fierce shove, pushing her onto his bed. Then he immediately bent over, pressing Korea's back with his knee.
