Qian was still dealing with the sleazy guy on the harassing phone call.
"Do you know what I want to do to you? I want to slash your little face, hehe!" The man held the phone receiver in his hand.
"Hmm, what else do you want?" Qian followed Yu Minglang's instructions to stall for time, remaining completely unfazed. She looked out the window at the bustling city night, unable to see what was happening outside, but feeling utterly secure inside.
Because she knew that in the places she couldn't see, there was a man protecting her. His love had never left.
The harassing phone calls from this sleazy guy were usually hung up immediately.
But this time it wasn't, and the sleazy guy, whose imagination had always run wild, had his fantasy goddess on the line, making his words even more despicable.
"I want to cut your face and let your blood drip onto my ***. Are you scared? Beg for mercy!" The man's excited breathing grew louder and louder.
