"If your heart is dead, it won't hurt anymore." Chou Fu said and buried his head in his arms. He no longer wanted to think of the person who made him cautious and grateful; who loved and feared him at the same time.
But God does not grant what people wish for.
When he stood in front of him and pinched his jaw fiercely, he knew that people like him would not receive any mercy from God.
"Chou Fu Lai." Pu Huisong gritted his teeth, his beautiful eyes looking extremely coquettish due to anger, "Who gave you the courage? Huh?"