The situation has developed to this point today, and Rosen naturally finds it inconvenient to say anything more.
Yes, a desperate maneuver, a last-ditch effort.
Apart from this method... Rosen can't think of any other good solutions.
...
Rosen's sinister gaze was fixed on An Ge, sitting on the sofa, then he angrily shouted, "An Ge... you better behave yourself here. If Jayne and I can't return to Italy, I want you to be buried with us."
An Ge listened to the man's fluent English, tugging at the corner of her lips.
"If you hadn't broken the law in the first place, you wouldn't be worrying about these things now."
"You're still being stubborn now?"
Rosen, annoyed, directly prepared to raise his hand to slap An Ge.
An Ge's beautiful eyes were clear and bright, staring at Rosen without fear or avoidance.
"Rosen, after all, you're the godfather of the Italian Mafia, yet now you're thinking of hitting a woman, what do you call that?"
Rosen squinted at An Ge's words.
