"I'll ask one last time, what did the text message say?" Fu Nancheng squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, and if he could, he would have ripped Qiao Yun's face apart.
Qiao Yun was both shocked and hollow, about to deny it again as before, but suddenly changed her mind thinking of what Zhuo Lin had just said.
"If you want me to tell you, I can, but I want to attend the press conference with you, and I want you to admit at the conference that I'm the one you love and that you'll marry me within a month," Qiao Yun said, her eyes gleaming with excitement as if she were mad.
Fu Nancheng's eyes widened with anger, glaring at her fiercely.
Qiao Yun coughed violently twice: "Consider it yourself. Don't blame me for not telling you. Time is limited, and if Qiao Mo suffers any harm, don't blame it on me."
A few seconds later, he released her collar abruptly, saying coldly, "If Qiao Mo loses even a strand of hair, I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!"
