1777, Ye Tongtong, is it fun to play me?
She stood there rigidly, staring intently at Ye Zhuoming.
At this moment, the anger on Ye Zhuoming's face was clearly getting out of control.
He pressed Ye Tongtong step by step into the bathroom until she accidentally bumped into the washbasin.
Ye Zhuoming grabbed Ye Tongtong's chin, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
When he spoke again, his words seemed to squeeze out between his teeth: "Your... throat has been fine for a long time, hasn't it?"
Not a question, but a statement!
The color drained from Ye Tongtong's face instantly. She looked at Ye Zhuoming helplessly, opening her mouth but not knowing what to say.
To Ye Zhuoming, her actions seemed like a joke:
"What, even now you plan to keep pretending?"
Saying this, Ye Zhuoming turned around and picked up the phone Ye Tongtong had dropped on the ground.
He lightly tapped open the contacts and saw a call to Mu Anran, lasting five minutes.
