Yang Feng ignored the woman that entered the scene. Her words only enraged him further. Did these retards think he was as dumb as them? Calling this imposter "Lifei"? The Zhaos were stupidly bold.
"I asked you a question." He snarled, grabbing Zhao Linhua by the neck. He would not mind squeezing the daylight out of her neck if she lied to him. Breaking it would be child's' play.
Zhao Linhua could see her life flash before her eyes. She stared at him, wide-eyed and pale. She tried to talk and explain herself. The constriction against her throat was preventing her from doing so, her eyes blurred with tears.
"Y-young Master Yang, what are you doing? You're hurting our Zhao Lifei!" Wang Nuoli stepped forward with her hands raised in an attempt to grab her daughter. One cutthroat glare from Yang Feng was enough to freeze her in her path.
