"Why are you following me?" The voice sounded like his, extremely cold.
"Ahem..." Feeling the surprise, Wen Tong cleared her throat, finally found her voice, and boldly asked, "Your last name is Ye?"
He frowned and said, "You don't know me and you still follow me?"
"Then do you know Lin Dong?"
"He's not dead yet?"
Wen Tong breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was really Mr. Ye, otherwise he would not have reacted like this when he heard the name Lin Dong.
"Mr. Ye, actually I want to..."
"I don't want to mention this person anymore, you can leave." He gave her a cold look, turned around and left.
"No, Mr. Ye, please listen to my explanation..."
Wen Tong caught up with him. He suddenly stopped and turned around. His face looked as if it had been dipped in ice. A pair of long fingers quickly grabbed Wen Tong's neck, "Do you really want to die?"
Wen Tong was pinched so hard that she couldn't say anything. She squeezed his hand hard, but the strength was too strong, and it tightened tighter and tighter, like a constantly shrinking fishnet.
Just when she felt her breathing was about to run out, he waved his hand violently, and Wen Tong was thrown to the ground, coughing violently.
When she looked up again, the man had disappeared. She was about to chase him. The sudden ringing of the phone startled Wen Tong. She hurriedly took out her phone and picked it up quickly. One second later, he would lose his temper again.