An Mingji finally looked up, and without his glasses, he was a demonic handsome man. The moment his affectionate peach blossom eyes glanced over, it gave the illusion of deep emotion.

As if the person being watched by him was deeply loved by him.

His handsome, almost seductive face was revealed, truly a demonic charm that enchanted everyone.

An Mingji was very well composed, calmly saying, "I remember, vividly, never forgotten."

Originally angry, Yang Miaomiao was stunned by this glance.

But his words left her utterly powerless.

She couldn’t stand An Mingji being so calm; she wanted to tear off his mask, to see him angry, to see him anxious.

Recalling something, a malicious smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, "Does stolen food taste good? Is the food you snatched fragrant? Being beaten to the ground with no power to fight back, does that make the memory more vivid?

Even if you now appear well-dressed, it doesn’t change the cruelty and filth in your nature—" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Yang Miaomiao’s posture was arrogant and lofty, as if the elegant and noble young man before her was nothing but an ant to her.

She had long since investigated the backgrounds of Gu Jin and An Mingji, aware that they both came from humble beginnings.

It was precisely because of this that she underestimated them.

Yet none of what she said caused even the slightest emotional ripple in An Mingji.

He continued wiping his glasses. Once cleaned, he casually tossed the cloth onto a wooden ammo box beside him, and leisurely put on his glasses.

His captivating peach blossom eyes quietly gazed at Yang Miaomiao.

With his glasses on, he appeared even more refined, exuding a gentle aura, and his handsome, almost seductive face gradually revealed a smile.

The corners of his lips curled into a standard arc, "Are you done talking?"

Faced with such an An Mingji, Yang Miaomiao suddenly felt a twinge of fear.

But she didn’t want to admit defeat. She raised her proud chin, maliciously saying, "An Mingji, just admit it. You’re disgusting, a beast! A poor wretch, a despicable and shameless person!

Does Gu Jin know you like her? Does she know that the person she saved and raised as a brother a few years ago harbors such disgusting thoughts—"

The last word, Yang Miaomiao didn’t get a chance to say.

Her neck was gripped tightly.

If what she had said before was harmless to An Mingji, mentioning his taboo, the person he cared about most, was not.

What she brought up happened to be the fact that unsettled An Mingji the most.

He couldn’t allow Yang Miaomiao to continue provoking his restless and agitated heart.

Nor could he stand her speaking Gu Jin’s name from her mouth.

Gu Jin was his, could only be his.

Even if he couldn’t have her, she wouldn’t belong to another man.

Yang Miaomiao, her neck being choked, flailed her arms trying to break free.

An Mingji simply waved his other hand, and her body instantly froze.

"Ho... ho... ho—"

Yang Miaomiao uttered a difficult sound, trying to say something.

Yet An Mingji’s hands around her neck didn’t relax in the slightest.

His eyes, as deep as ink, stared chillingly at Yang Miaomiao. His thin and cold gaze exuded a three-foot deep ice, and his handsome, demonic face showed a terrifying sinister expression.

Amid her terror, he slowly leaned close to her ear, his voice cold, "Yang Miaomiao, remember it’s me, An Mingji, who killed you. If you dare to seek the wrong person, no matter if it’s in the Underworld or the Eighteen Layers of Hell, I will tear you apart!"