Jiang Nanyan's question made Xia Houfeng flash a gloomy look in his eyes. The hand holding the knife tightened again, and the other hand clasped Mo Yong's wrist fiercely until the joints turned white.
"Do you think it is necessary for me, the prince, to trick you?" Xia Houfeng sneered.
It turns out that in her heart, he is a person who never keeps his word?
What about Huangfulian?
What kind of person is Huangfulian in her heart?[
It must be several times, dozens of times, hundreds of times, thousands of times stronger than him... right!
Thinking of this, Xia Houfeng's mood suddenly turned cold, and his voice became stiff, "If you don't want to trade, forget it."
Xia Houfeng looked at Jiang Nanyan stiffly, and his voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all. "If you want to trade, hurry up. I don't have the patience to wait. Or do you not want to trade now?"
"I" Jiang Nanyan's voice trembled so much that she could hardly control it.
"How's it going? Have you thought about it?" Xia Houfeng reminded Jiang Nanyan in a rough voice, with a somewhat anxious expression on his face.
"Then, don't regret it halfway..." Jiang Nanyan said tremblingly.
"Regret? I have never regretted anything I promised!" Xia Houfeng looked at Jiang Nanyan's tense facial lines, sneered, and spoke coldly, with a tone so heavy that it could hit someone's head.