C42 Pfft Stupid Hooligan

Yang Xuan had grabbed Zhao Xiaodan by the throat, making it hard for her to breathe. She could barely make a sound, but her eyes were filled with endless fear and panic.

Seeing the other party's face slowly change color, Yang Xuan's mouth twitched for a moment as if he was hesitating about something.

The next moment, Yang Xuan slowly let go of his hand.

"Cough cough …"

Zhao Xiaodan