"What the hell do you want?" Xu Haohao shouted in surprise and anger, feeling something was off, and abruptly tried to get up.
The man beside her was calm and unhurried. The single orange-yellow light in the middle of the tent cast a golden glow on her. Feng Huaimu raised a hand to grasp Xu Haohao's wrist and smiled, "You're the one who wanted grilled kebabs, so why are you leaving now? Just wait a little longer, they're almost ready."
Feng Huaimu seemed to smile, but the grip on her arm was strong, making Xu Haohao unable to move.
Seeing him like this, Xu Haohao knew something was about to go wrong.
This damned man's mind was more vicious than anyone's; everything was in his calculations, he seemed able to use anyone to his advantage.
Xu Haohao met his gaze, glimpsing at the lamb skewer stand, where skewers of lamb were sizzling over the charcoal fire. A few burly foreign men were standing in front of the stall, telling the boss they wanted grilled lamb kebabs.
