Xiao Ziqi's pupils suddenly constricted. "Did... Did you hear what I said to her?"
Yi Jinli looked indifferent. "So what if I did? Xiao Ziqi, if you dare appear in front of her and say such nonsense again, or have anything to do with her, I'll make your life a thousand times worse than what it is now."
Yi Jinli's voice was cold with a unique magnetism, which was pleasant to hear but sounded like Satan to Xiao Ziyi.
Xiao Ziyi was pale with fear, but Xiao Ziqi, who was being warned, suddenly burst into laughter. "So Yi Jinli, you were nearby? But you didn't show up when I talked to Yiran. Why didn't you show up? What are you worried about? Or rather... what are you afraid of?"
Yi Jinli's eyes became colder.
"What's the matter? Are you worried about Yiran and I rekindling our romance?"
The next moment, Yi Jinli grabbed Xiao Ziqi's collar so hard that he could hardly breathe.
"Rekindling your romance? Ling Yiran with you?" Yi Jinli sneered, his rage intensifying. "Xiao Ziqi, if you hadn't saved Yiran's life, do you think you could stand in front of me and talk to me like this?"
It became more difficult for Xiao Ziqi to breathe. He instinctively wanted to struggle, but it was no use.
Just when he thought he was about to be strangled to death, Yi Jinli’s grip loosened. He fell flat on his face, coughing and gasping for air.
For a moment there, he felt the terror of death.
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