Ou Jue's usually calm eyes were now filled with obvious anger, "No one dare call my woman a bitch in front of me. Qiao Qianmo, if you want to die, I can grant that wish right now!"
"Cough… let go. Let go of me..." Qiao Qianmo's face immediately flushed red as she was being choked.
She didn't even care about the scrapes on her hands as she frantically tried to push away Ou Jue's grip.
But clearly, her words had completely enraged Ou Jue.
The young man was exuding a terrifying aura, one that seemed capable of destroying everything.
Breathe.
Breathing is so difficult…
She was about to die…
Qiao Qianmo's brain was starting to lack oxygen, she even started to involuntarily roll her eyes.
Seeing her neck about to be wrung by Ou Jue, Xia Xiyan held his arm, "Ou Jue, don't—"
"Why not." Ou Jue's face was cold, "Making up rumors comes with a price. Her price is death."
