Hong Chansha was as beautiful as a celestial being, and most men would find themselves captivated before her. But at that moment, Chen Yang's gaze was indifferent, devoid of any emotion. No one doubted that if Hong Chansha uttered another reckless word, he would kill her!
Hong Chansha covered her face with her hand, where a piercing pain emanated, but she defiantly held back her voice.
Upon hearing Chen Yang's emotionless threat, her body involuntarily trembled, experiencing intense fear for the first time.
However, soon her cold pride and decisiveness prevailed, and she lifted her head suddenly, staring coldly at Chen Yang: "If you have the ability, just kill me!"
With that, she tilted her head slightly, exposing her snowy white neck, implying—if you want to kill, go ahead, my neck is ready.
Chen Yang merely managed a chilly laugh, with a cruel expression appearing on his face.
"Are you sure?"
Hong Chansha's body trembled again, and then she fell silent.
