Gu Shaocheng's eyes were brewing a tempest, the ominous glint from them threatening to engulf her.
Chenxing's slight frame shrank, still looking at him with beseeching eyes.
Such a gaze, in fact, he found it irritating to the eye.
The atmosphere remained tense and unmoving.
The hotel manager, in a panic, ran over, "Sir, sir, please calm down."
With his home gone and his parents in this man's hands, Xia Jianqing truly disregarded life and death, his mind now fixated on how to infuriate the man before him, "If you have the guts, shoot me now, or I will fight you to the death for the rest of my life!"
Seeing the deadlock continue, the hotel manager took out his mobile phone to dial the police.
