Fang Yusheng was very satisfied with this reaction.
After achieving his goal, he hung up. Whether Weila would be dead or alive was none of his business.
Qiao Jiusheng brought a cup of warm milk into the room. When she saw his expression, she knew that he was plotting against another unlucky person. After drinking the milk, Qiao Jiusheng lay down and suddenly shouted, "Fang Yusheng."
"Yeah?"
Fang Yusheng put down his phone and turned to look at her. Qiao Jiusheng only looked at him and did not speak. Her brown eyes glimmered. Fang Yusheng felt an itch in his heart. He leaned over and gently bit her nose.
Qiao Jiusheng groaned in pain. "It hurts…"
Fang Yusheng let go of her and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Qiao Jiusheng thought about it before saying, "Let's play a game."
"What game?"