Nie Mingfeng was so angry that his nose was about to twist out of shape, yet Su Ling seemed completely indifferent, even going as far as to threaten him: "If you don't want to talk, then don't. But let me make this clear first, please stay away from my son in the future?"
"And if I don't?"
"Though you're a half-foreigner, you should have heard this saying..."
With that, Su Ling's eyes darkened, her tone cold: "A toast refused is a penalty to be drunk!"
"Is the penalty drink any good?"
Knowing that he always loved to challenge others' limits, Su Ling, although worried, still replied forcefully: "Good or not, you can give it a try..."
If it's a try he wants, he certainly was not afraid!
But, after not seeing her for three years, the thought of how much he missed her terrified even himself. Now, seeing her in person, he just wanted to hold her tight, yet...
Every time, she always bristles with thorns like this against him, and he didn't even know why.
