As the words fell, it seemed that the entire villa quieted down.
The silence was like a pool of dead water.
The tightly closed door remained unmoving, clearly showing how determined Lin Tong was this time.
And Ye Xuan, standing at the door with his chest out and head high, looked increasingly grim...
Three minutes.
A long time is short, a short time is long.
Time passed second by second.
Finally.
Three minutes were up.
The closed door remained firmly shut.
The Lin Tong inside still had no intention of giving Ye Xuan any face.
What kind of international joke is this?
Does Lin Tong look like the kind of woman who can be threatened? The more she is threatened, the more resolute she becomes!
Thus, the air within a hundred meters of the villa silently turned cold and foreboding.
Ye Xuan clenched his fists, eyes blazing.
He stared hard at the understated yet luxurious villa in front of him, gritting his teeth: "Okay, you're forcing my hand!"
Lisa was startled: "Ye Xuan..."
