Xie Ran was not scared of Fu Hang at all. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You are really farsighted. Now you are shameless enough to pursue Shen Yan again."
Fu Hang raised his hand and placed it on Xie ran's shoulder. He tightened his right hand slightly and watched the calm expression on Xie Ran's face gradually disappear. All that was left was the stubbornness to endure the pain.
The cold sweat on Xie Ran's forehead grew.
"Xie Ran," Fu Hang withdrew his hand elegantly and took out a tissue to wipe his hand. After all, he felt that his hand that touched Xie Ran's shoulder was a little dirty. "I have no interest in the Xie family. If you dare to provoke Shen Yan and me again, it would be best if you're dead."
"Is that so?" Xie Ran smiled maniacally.
Fu Hang directly stuffed the tissue that he wiped his hand with into Xie Ran's collar and turned around to walk to the car.
Fu Hang got back into the car and started driving.
