This woman... Jiang Jinghuai stubbed out his cigarette, his deep-set eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Sangbao, you're talking too much. I can't follow." He stood up and walked toward her slowly.
With every step he took forward, she took a step back. "Did the soldiers teach you Chinese?"
"Hmm." The corners of his lips curved slightly as he asked deeply, "Can you summarize it in one sentence? Help me understand."
"What I mean is," she smiled, her shiny black eyes curving, "as a man, you're already worthless."
Knowing she was dealing with someone who feared death just as much, she got ready to bolt as soon as she finished speaking. But how could she outrun him? In no time, she was dragged back. The strong arm around her waist gripped securely. Leaning down near her ear, he asked, "Is that the truth or a lie?"
