Fu Hang retracted his gaze away from Shen Yan and glanced at Xie Ran. As if he had seen something disgusting, he moved his gaze away immediately and said, "You're so anxious to 'kill' me off? You're this afraid of me? Why are you scared of me, Xie Ran?"
Fu Hang's light words seemed to directly pierce into Xie Ran's heart. His hand that was holding the wine glass could not help but clench tightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Xia Ran uttered gloomily, "Shen Yan can't protect you. Fu Hang, I advise you to be sensible and do as I say!"
Xie Ran pursed his lips and continued, "Song Xia will never let you off. As your younger junior, I'll give you a piece of advice. You'd better pray for yourself. The current you, no matter how capable you are, can't afford to offend the Song family!"
Xie Ran had been on guard against Fu Hang during this period of time. He was worried that Fu Hang had a backup plan.
