A fashion queen

Song Yuhang's originally narrow eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, like two deep cold pools, with a faint flash of dangerous light that made people's heart palpitate. This light was like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness, which could suddenly attack and hurt people at any time.

I saw him slowly clenching his hands into fists. Due to excessive force, crisp cracking sounds kept coming from his finger joints, as if these iron fists were about to smash everything in front of him in the next moment.

"Don't challenge my bottom line!" Song Yuhang squeezed out these words from between his teeth. Every word was like icy frost, making people shudder. His extremely cold tone was like the cold wind blowing from the polar regions, which could freeze a person's soul in an instant.

Bai Feifei, who was standing opposite, was shocked and a look of surprise appeared on her face. However, she quickly forced herself to regain her composure, raised her head and looked directly at Song Yuhang, and challenged him without showing any weakness: "Why, do you really dare to attack me?"

For some reason, she felt an inexplicable urge deep in her heart at this moment. She wanted to see with her own eyes what this man who was always calm and composed on weekdays would look like when he was completely angry.

Without warning, Song Yuhang suddenly extended his right hand, gripping Bai Feifei's collar like an iron clamp. He yanked her hard, pushing her against the solid wall behind him. His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, his eyes as cold as a piercing pond. Through gritted teeth, he uttered a chilling, "Don't think I don't hit women. Don't forget, your cousin Bai Tingting died at my hands!"

Hearing this, Bai Feifei showed no fear at all. Instead, she raised her chin and said with a look of disdain, "Come on if you dare! I really want to see with my own eyes the ugly face of a murderer like you when you commit a crime!"

At this moment, Song Yuhang tightened his grip on Bai Feifei's collar, their faces almost touching, so close that they could clearly feel each other's warm breath. His eyes flashed with a chilling murderous intent, as if he was about to kill the person in front of him in the next second.

Facing such a close threat of death, Bai Feifei's heart began to beat uncontrollably, threatening to burst through her chest and out of her throat. Yet, despite her fear, she stubbornly held her head high, staring into Song Yuhang's eyes without flinching, like a delicate flower standing firm in a violent storm.

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything?" Song Yuhang's voice was deep and hoarse, like it came from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, eerie and terrifying like the roar of a demon. Every word seemed to carry an endless chill and hostility, making people shudder.

At this critical moment, a sudden and piercing cell phone ringtone rang out without warning. The sharp ringtone was like an extremely sharp sword, instantly ripping through the tense atmosphere at the scene.

Bai Feifei seized this fleeting opportunity and struggled with all her might. She successfully freed herself from Song Yuhang's hands, which were clamped tightly around her like iron hoops. Then, with lightning speed, she reached into her pocket and accurately pulled out her phone. Then, without the slightest hesitation, she pressed the answer button.

"Hello, is this Miss Bai? This is Mo Yunting." A clear and unique male voice came from the other end of the line. It was Mo Yunting. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible, like a biting winter wind, penetrating the heart.

Upon hearing the name, Song Yuhang and Bai Feifei were both surprised, their hearts filled with confusion: How could it be Mo Yunting calling? And he was calling Bai Feifei directly! For a moment, they both froze in their tracks, completely bewildered.

"Hello? Is this Ms. Bai Feifei?" A deep, magnetic male voice came from the other end of the line, but there was no response. Perhaps because he had been waiting for too long, Mo Yunting on the other end of the line couldn't help but ask again, revealing a hint of uncertainty in his words: "Is this Ms. Bai Feifei?"