023 Can't be more extreme

.The uncles, cousin sisters and brothers, as well as the uncle from a different branch of the family and the cousin sister, all looked at her with expressions full of hatred. They stared at her as if...023 Can't Be More Extreme

The warmth in her ear felt like tinnitus, as if someone had crushed her pride and dignity. She looked at him in disbelief, her cold eyes showing no emotion, "The agreement takes effect today."

She really wanted to pick up something from the table and hit him, but he could see her anger and watched her leisurely.

"Standing like a corpse—waiting for someone to dissect you" Ye Feimo said blankly, then glanced up and down at her. "Or are you waiting for me to serve you"

Warmth clenched her fists tightly. She swore that if killing someone was not a crime and she could take the killed person's place afterward, she would definitely stab Ye Feimo without hesitation. This man looked blank and cold, seemingly uninteresting, but his words were infuriating.

"Aren't you going too far" Nuwan gritted her teeth.

"Miss Nu, if you hadn’t lost your memory, you should remember that I told you last night: when you come to me of your own accord, I won’t speak to you in such a way." Ye Feimo’s voice was like the ice from Siberia.

Embarrassment and anger made Nuwan's face turn red and pale alternately.

"Ye Feimo, shouldn’t there be limits to humiliating someone" She couldn't bear it anymore.

"Humiliate me" He sneered. "If you hadn’t given me the chance to humiliate you, how could I have done so Miss Nu, you have a choice; the door is over there—you can leave whenever you want."

He made it clear in one sentence that once he stepped out of this door, the deal between them was off.

The warmth she felt was replaced by a profound sense of sorrow and helplessness. There was the devilish Ye Feimo here within these walls, and outside the door, there was Fang Liucheng, as ferocious as wolves and tigers. Both were forcing her into a corner.

She found herself in a position where retreating would lead her to a den of wolves or a lair of tigers, while advancing meant falling into an abyss.

Ye Feimo was undoubtedly a man of iron will; he watched Warmth struggling in the water and knew she clung only to this single piece of driftwood. Yet, he did not extend his hand to help her. Not only that, but he even pressed her down with his foot, pushing her towards the bottom.

"If I want a corpse, I can just go get one from Pingjian Street without spending any money. I'll count to three; if you haven't made up your mind by then, game over!" Ye Feimo's deep eyes glared coldly at her.

First, I'm already conflicted because my site has a protagonist named Warming. Please don't keep reminding me; I usually don't read others'. Tears. Anyone who brings it up again will have their bottom pinched—my Warming is definitely mine.

Second, my title is very cliché and melodramatic, and there are so many of them that I'm also conflicted. There's a bunch of ex-wives on the site which confuses me too because I don't usually look at the homepage—I had no idea about all these ex-wives—so please don’t remind me either.

Third, why can't you find where there are multiple authors with the same name Oh my, sisters, why come and go like this Please believe that this is definitely the author's conspiracy. Those who read without paying will have to run naked.

Fourth, those who don’t put in effort by not collecting or recommending aren't good kids—buying instant noodles without seasoning packs. Please give a click with your jade hand!!

Btw, Fei Mo really makes me want to cover my face and run away…her that he couldn't afford to provoke the entire Anning International Group behind him."Warm, you..." As soon as Fang Liucheng left, Father Wen's expression changed dramatically. He sternly looked at...