Face-slapping, Act Seven (3)

Zuo Qingxian raised a hand.

"Argh!" Feng Liu cried out.

The next second, Zuo Qingxian's fingers were around her thin, fair neck!

"Hm —"

Feng Liu was pushed against the wall and lifted off the ground.

"Young Master Zuo!"

Both Feng Yiran and Feng Sang were astonished!

To Zuo Qingxian, they were no more than two petty ants. He couldn't be bothered to look at them, let alone show them respect!

Feng Liu was the first to react.

"Young Master Zuo, am I incriminated because I'm related to Feng Wu? I'm innocent!" Feng Liu yelled loudly.

"Although Feng Wu is my cousin, everyone knows how much we hate each other!

"We didn't get along when we were little, and we can't stand each other now. We try to set each other up all the time. She's not my family. She's an enemy!"

As she yelled, she felt Zuo Qingxian's grip on her neck loosen a little.

An idea suddenly hit Feng Liu.