Without thinking, he already knew what she was holding in her hand, his gaze instantly becoming more sinister, and he said in a deep voice, "Give it to me."
Qiao Mo clenched her hand tighter, hiding it behind her.
Seeing her action, the hostility in his eyes grew stronger, his aura becoming even more oppressive: "I'll say it again, give it to me."
Qiao Mo's eyelashes trembled lightly, her hand hid even further behind, gripping the ring in her hand tightly, refusing to let go, let alone give it to him.
After a few seconds of stalemate, he suddenly threw away the pills in his hand, grabbing her wrist, with a chilling expression forcibly prying her fingers open, the force so strong that Qiao Mo thought her fingers might almost break.
"What are you doing?" Qiao Mo's eyes reddened instantly, struggling to pull her hand back.
But his large hand, like an iron clamp, restrained her, gripping her wrist tightly, leaving a deep red mark, she couldn't move at all.
