"How dare you speak to me like that, Fang Zhou. You're courting death." Rong Che’s crimson eyes ignited with a raging fire. His fist, the size of a bowl, was clenched so tightly it seemed as though he might strike Fang Zhou down at any second.
The atmosphere was suffocating, as if a major battle were about to break out at any moment.
"Fang Zhou, please, stop talking," An Ruoxue said, nervously tugging at his sleeve from the side. She was incredibly worried; she knew all too well what kind of person Rong Che was. If it actually came to a physical confrontation, there was no need to even think about it—An Ruoxue knew for a fact that Fang Zhou would be the one to suffer. How could a slender guy like Fang Zhou possibly stand a chance against the formidable Rong Che? Even a fool could see that.
Chapter 228