"So why don't you just get on with it now? Clean up this whole place for Miss here," Tang Anzhi's anger had not subsided, and her tone came out somewhat aggressive.
She talked as if she were some imperious lord but didn't lift a finger to move, and if we wait for someone else to take care of it, won't the blood be completely dry? How could it possibly be cleaned up then?
What mattered most was that this stupid man, did he even know how much she hated the smell of blood, and now there was another man's blood in her beautiful den.
Just thinking about it made her whole body uncomfortable...
Therefore, when she looked at Huangfu Zheng, her eyes became even more unfriendly.
Huangfu Zheng's face turned dark with anger at being yelled at. He had wanted to put her in her place—had he been spoiling her too much? How dared she raise her voice and yell at him.
But then he thought about how she must have been scared out of her wits just now, so let her vent her temper a bit.
