Chu Shiyao said "Get lost" without hesitation or a hint of disturbance, which finally rattled the thug's composure.
"Little girl, aren't we talking a bit too harshly now? Hmm?"
His playful grin turned into a blatant look of malice, and his tone took on a distinctly threatening edge.
Chu Shiyao continued to raise and lower her right hand, knocking on Chu Ge's door, and said coldly, "You'd better disappear before my husband comes out."
The thug sneered and stepped two paces closer to Chu Shiyao, leaning in to bring his bulky face nearer, raising his eyebrows provocatively, "And what if I don't disappear?"
Just as there were four or five centimeters between his face and Chu Shiyao's, she suddenly grabbed the gold chain around his neck, yanking it like a dog leash.
"Then you'll understand the meaning of regret."
