To think that he had failed to recognise her.
But if he heard her voice, he would definitely realise it.
She suddenly felt the mischievous urge to tease him. Thus, she pouted and watched him pitifully but did not utter a word.
Bai Qinghao narrowed his sharp eyes as his patience faded. Murderous intent enveloped him as his large hand wrapped around her neck tightly. "Since you refuse to speak, go ahead and greet the King of Hell!"
This person always refused to budge. Fang Xinxin was certain that with his immense strength, all he had to do was flex slightly and her little life would be lost.
Unfortunately, Fang Xinxin no longer had the opportunity to speak. Her neck was gripped tightly in his grasp. She could only gesture and point her index finger at her heart.
Her bright, charming eyes bored into him with force as she cried out internally. 'It's me… it's me!'
