Xu Zhiye took a deep breath, struggling to contain the rage boiling in his chest, and asked word by word, "Why?"
Xia Weiyi lifted her head, her distinct black and white eyes shining alarmingly, carrying a stubbornness with them.
"Xu Zhiye, I've told you before, if you want to have me, fine, I'll make sure your Xu Family lives in endless turmoil. Have you forgotten? Also, don't blame me for not warning you, this is just the beginning. Next, your dad, Zhou Ting, you... None of you will escape."
Before Xia Weiyi's words fell, she felt a tightening around her throat. Xu Zhiye suddenly reached out his hand and grasped her neck, his wrist exerting great strength, lifting her petite body up just like that.
Xia Weiyi found herself unable to breathe for a moment, and with the throbbing pain coming from her lower abdomen, the color drained from her face, turning as pale as paper.
Tears formed in her eyes due to the difficulty in breathing.
