Once again with that mocking, insolent tone. Rong Che’s dark eyes narrowed as he looked at the garlic sprouts, his fists clenched tight, each the size of a bowl. If An Ruoxue weren't a woman, Rong Che would have surely hammered his sandbag-sized fist right into her face.
"An Ruoxue, what kind of tone is that?"
Rong Che walked back into the living room. His sturdy, tall frame stood before An Ruoxue, his deep, oceanic black eyes fixed firmly upon her. To be more precise, he was glaring at her with a sharp, piercing gaze.
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