"Hmph! Leng Xiaoyu! You'll regret it later," Yuan Biao roared at the top of his lungs.
"Is that so? I've been waiting for this day for a long time. However, I don't think I'll be able to see it. However, you can definitely see your regret," Leng Xiaoyu said happily.
"Besides, you're not Miss Ning's father. Can you control Miss Ning's marriage?" Leng Xiaoyu added, her face full of curiosity.
"You… Damn you, Leng Xiaoyu. You're my prisoner now, yet you still dare to speak to me like this. I think you really don't want to live anymore." Yuan Biao was so angry that he didn't know what to say. He held it in for a long time before thinking of using a prisoner to threaten her. Unfortunately, she didn't care at all.
