When Sun Zhen saw Yan Wangchuan, he was already scared out of his wits. At this moment, he was overwhelmed with terror, and his head was dizzy.
"… I do want to kill you." His voice was bone-chilling, like a cold wind drilling straight into the bones.
Yan Wangchuan bent over, grabbed Sun Zhen's collar, and lifted him up easily.
"Are you afraid of me?"
He had very few expressions to begin with, and his expression was normally cold. Even when he stared straight at someone, they would usually feel fear, let alone now that his eyes had a looming murderous intent in them.
It was bone-chilling.
"L-let go…" Sun Zhen was already stupefied from fright. His limbs were powerless, and he couldn't break free at all.
At this moment, Fu Zhongli and Sun Qionghua, who had heard the sudden sound of braking and screams, had already rushed out of the courtyard. They saw Yan Wangchuan holding Sun Zhen as if he was holding a chick with a dark gaze.
