The man's breath was scorching hot, and Chi Huan wasn't sure if it was the temperature or his words that made her feel they were burning her skin.
Chi Huan's jaw bone was pinched until it was slightly sore, and she shook her head, "I don't want to, let go."
"I'll say it one last time, Chi Huan, let go of your hand."
"I won't..."
A low laugh rose from behind her. "Alright, Chi Huan, if he wants you to let go, why not just let go? If worst comes to worst, I can fight him."
Chi Huan pursed her lips, "Can you... can you even beat him?"
Tang Yuezhe, "..."
Did this woman talk about Mo Shiqian as the worst and most terrible man, but still think he was the most powerful and invincible in her heart?
But when it came to fighting... well, he indeed might fall short.
After all, he hadn't been involved in the underworld.