Zhao Xiaoyan's mind was filled with countless curses, but they abruptly stopped at her throat.
Feng Huaijin paid the money, came out with a supermarket plastic bag, and looked at the two of them coldly.
"A wicked woman?" Feng Huaijin walked over and said meaningfully, "Miss Zhao, would you like to know how I deal with friends who betray me?"
Seeing Feng Huaijin, Zhao Xiaoyan instinctively stepped back two or three steps, all the hair on her body standing up as she was too shocked to respond.
Feng Huaijin's voice was cold as ice: "Ten years in prison, does Miss Zhao want to try?"
Zhao Xiaoyan was so frightened she almost collapsed to the ground, staring at Feng Huaijin in utter disbelief.
What did he say?
Ten years in prison?
Feng Huaijin lightly tapped Su Li's head, chuckled softly, and said, "Looks like you're still not as ruthless as me."
Su Li's expression was indifferent, not replying to Feng Huaijin.
