Jun Ye's finger held a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, pressing on her forehead where there was a tiny scratch that didn't even bleed, as if he was crazily taking revenge on her.
She grimaced in pain, baring her teeth.
"Does it hurt?" A cold voice, one sentence after another, nearly snarling, "Do you know pain now?! Watching you drive the car over to crash, my heart hurt far more than this!"
Gao Dashuai dared not make a sound.
Upon hearing his words, her forehead didn't hurt anymore. Instead, she frowned: "So you want me to watch you get hit by a car?"
Did she have the right to say that?! The anger in his cold eyes intensified: "Would I get hit by a car? Are me and my people that useless?! I'm your brother and cannot even protect myself?!" After shouting, his finger mercilessly tapped on her head again: "If you dare act smart again in the future! I'll open your head directly to correct that nerve!"
