บท 689: Thirsty For Blood

Xin Xiaoli's demeanor took a 180-degree turn in a record-breaking time. If his father had been close, he'd be shocked. Because right now, Xin Xiaoli looked like a split image of his mother who was usually playful but when she got really mad, all hell would break loose.

He held Qiu Meihui's wrist who was staggering back because of fear. His grasp was like claws that held on tightly with no escape. He stared into her eyes, no he seemed to be intimidating her soul as he said in a dangerously low voice, "Apologize to her!"

Although Qiu Meihui felt apprehensive, she still steeled her heart, "No way! I'd never lower myself before a low born like her!" She still had the delusion that no matter what, Xin Xiaoli loved her. He had waited for her for years. How could the girl he met a few months ago could be more important than her in his heart?

But she truly had overestimated her importance this time around.