Gu Qingcheng mocked Chu He, "Do you only know how to ask questions in return?"
Chu He's face changed, trembling with anger.
"Gu Qingcheng, you are truly despicable!"
"Just despicable? Chu He, that's not like you. Aren't you cursing anymore?" Gu Qingcheng laughed, "Are you not swearing because I've got you by the throat and you can't speak?"
Chu He shook like a sieve, her face ugly with rage.
It was more than just Gu Qingcheng choking her. The leverage in Gu Qingcheng's phone was like sharp knives constantly stabbing into her heart, making her breathe according to Gu Qingcheng's mood.