Threat

After Ji Mengyao came back, she saw Ji Wanzhou sitting on the couch in the living room with a gloomy face. The moment she entered the living room, she could feel the low pressure from his body.

Seeing that Ji Wanzhou didn't have the intention to speak to her, Meng Qingge ignored him and walked straight towards the stairs.

As for why he was in a bad mood, she didn't want to know either. All she knew was that when Ji Wanzhou was angry, it was better for her to stay far away from him to avoid setting him on fire.

"Come here!" Ji Wanzhou's voice sounded, filled with anger.

Meng Qingge stopped her steps and turned around to look at Ji Wanzhou. With a questioning tone, she asked, "What's the matter?"

"You came over yourself, we'll talk on the sofa." Ji Wanzhou's tone was very cold, "Should I go over and talk in bed?"

Meng Qingge raised her brows. Was he going to use her as a punching bag?