Mingshen was dragged out of his chair as Jia grabbed his collar and pushed him closer to face her.
"What the hell is going on!?" Jia roared. Her face blackened with rage. "Why will she be kidnapped by Jiang Wei's enemy? How do you or him even know her!"
He saw her fist trembling that crumpled his neatly ironed shirt. Then he looked back at her and said, "That's a long story."
"Yang. Mingshen. Don't test my patience. Tell me what is happening…" Her jaw was clenched in anger, but her heart was pounding in fear.
"How about you first calm down and then we-"
"How about I first kill you and get all my answers from Jiang Wei himself?"
He raised his brow. He held her wrist holding his shirt and shook it off. He brushed his thumb on her reddened palm which was swelling a bit. Averse to this gesture, Jia angrily twisted her wrist to get free. But he didn't let her go.
"Yang Mingshen!"
