"What a bully! You are being too much!" Ye Qing Qian was shivering in anger, her ten fingers tightly embedded in the flesh of her palm.
Ye Qing Luo snorted disapprovingly: "I... never bully."
In her eyes, Ye Qing Qian was at best only an animal.
Instantly, Ye Qing Luo raised three fingers, her clear voice spoke with a harsh tone: "I am going to count to three, either you kneel, or he dies."
Ye Qing Luo retrieved a finger, a word came out from her mouth: "One."
Ye Qing Qian was reluctant.
Her heart was filled with hatred raging within.
"Two."
Ye Qing Luo had retracted another finger again.
Ye Qing Qian remained motionless.
Leng Feng Hua dared not twist his neck, he could only turn his eyeballs and darted towards Ye Qing Qian's direction.
He absolutely believed that Ye Qing Luo was not joking.
"Three---"
The last number came out from Ye Qing Luo's pink pouty lips.