"Mr. Ye, are you threatening me?" Zhao Yanran's face turned cold, she was certainly not easily frightened, which further confirmed Ye Shikai's guess. Zhao Yanran had a complicated background, but this time, Ye Shikai's intimidation was not so simple.
"Five seconds are up." Ye Shikai suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Yanran's delicate neck, his fingers tightly gripping like iron.
"Cough, cough." Under Ye Shikai's "violence," Zhao Yanran quickly struggled to breathe. The wedding was extremely important to him, at necessary times, those false gentlemanly demeanors were worthless. Zhao Yanran's behavior had infuriated him, and she should not blame him for tearing off the pretense.
"I'll speak, I'll speak now." Eventually, Zhao Yanran compromised. Ye Shikai loosened his grip and the pressure on her neck instantly vanished, she gasped heavily.
