Yin Feibai walked into the bride's resting room, "What is it? Speak quickly."
"Yin Feibai, what kind of attitude is that? You are my husband, not my creditor!"
He was completely uncooperative, with a grim face outside. He Sirui wanted to hit him in front of the guests!
"I've been good enough, He Sirui, don't push it."
He Sirui panted heavily; her chest was about to burst. She forcibly suppressed her emotions, "Yin Feibai, if you don't respect the contract spirit, I don't have to keep my promise. If you don't let me lead a good life, nobody will. I'll drag An Junxi down with me even if I die!"
Yin Feibai grabbed her throat, "He Sirui, say that again?"
The assistant screamed in fright, "Young Master Yin, don't be impulsive!"
He Sirui couldn't breathe. She had never seen such a fierce look in Yin Feibai's eyes. Her brain gradually lacked oxygen, truly feeling the threat of death in those ten seconds.
She struggled to pry open Yin Feibai's hand, and her vision gradually blurred.
