Chen Zhongqiang glared at Yang Xiao, murderous intent shooting out from his eyes.
If looks could kill, Yang Xiao didn't know how many times he would have died already!
"Chen Zhongqiang, don't look at me like that. After all, your glaring doesn't scare me; I'm actually more worried that your eyeballs might pop out of their sockets! If you were to lose your eyeballs, you'd become blind! How would you survive in the Chen Clan then? It's not as if you're particularly bright. If you were, you'd have known I was toying with you and wouldn't have bothered talking so much!" Yang Xiao said with a smirk.
"Yang Xiao, do you know how the character for death is written?" Chen Zhongqiang, just as Yang Xiao had described, appeared even more furious now. He looked at Yang Xiao and said, through gritted teeth.
Especially the word "death", which seemed to be squeezed out through the gaps in his teeth.