"As a slave, is this how you talk to me?" Lin Xi's face turned cold, and he extended his hand again to clasp her neck. "I see you still haven't grasped the mindset of a slave!"
The next moment, Lin Xi increased the force of his hand.
Ding Yueqiu felt as if her neck was about to be snapped, and there was a constant sense of suffocation.
No matter how she struggled, it was useless; the hand around her neck felt like a steel clamp with no chance of being shaken.
After about a minute, Lin Xi saw that she was on the brink of dying and slowly let go of his hand.
Ding Yueqiu collapsed on the ground, feeling utterly unconscious, as if she were dead.
After a long while, as she gradually regained her senses, she heard Lin Xi say, "You just asked what I fed you, and now I can tell you!"
