"So, you're saying I should wait here for Liu Xiaoli and I to perish together?!" Wen Hao's eyes were icy cold as he spoke, glaring fiercely at Ali.
Ali stared back at him, biting her lip, her composed face betraying the tension in her fingers tightly knotted behind her back.
"Wen Hao, are you sure you have the guts?!" Yao Beikun's voice was cold, carrying a chill.
For a moment, Wen Hao felt faint-hearted.
This man always exuded an unsettling aura, making his hair stand on end without realizing it.
"Yao Beikun, don't push me. When a person is driven to desperation, they can do anything!"
"Desperation?" Yao Beikun sneered, "You think bankruptcy is the end of the world?! You've really underestimated the hardships society will throw at you. Wen Hao, I'm telling you clearly and one word at a time now, pay close attention, and don't miss a single punctuation mark."
Wen Hao clenched his phone hard, his rage evident on his face.
