Standing in the cell, Huayang watched Ning Fan, who was intimidating him, not daring to breathe a bit, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat.
Eyeing Ning Fan's expression, Huayang was puzzled about what Ning Fan really meant. He kept his head low, not daring to meet Ning Fan's eyes, his gaze evasive, deliberately avoiding Ning Fan's line of sight.
Taken aback by the sudden challenge, Huayang could only choose to remain silent.
"Speak up!" Ning Fan's eyes widened, his voice harsh and menacing, like a headsman.
Thump, thump, thump—
Again, three knocks rapped on the cell door, not as if hitting the door itself, but as if striking right at Huayang's heart.
Fear of Ning Fan once again surged inside him. Huayang couldn't help but shake, his eyes drumming with worry, as if they were soaked with sweat at any moment.
"What, what do you want?"
Huayang raised his head with a grim expression, a flicker of struggle in his gaze; he utterly failed to comprehend Ning Fan's intentions.
