Lu Jingnian's deep eyes looked at Du Shaocheng. His deep and hoarse voice sounded in the man's ears, "Say--"

It was clearly just a simple word, but it had an imposing aura that made people feel inferior to resisting.

Du Shaocheng curled his lips. It wasn't fun at all. Every time, he had a stern face, as if someone owed him money and didn't pay him back.

"Miss Tang's heart and chest have been hurting a lot recently." Du Shaocheng said slowly. ...