The young man's fingertips were hot, and he reached into her neck, hooked lightly, picked out the dragon scale marriage contract, held it in his hand, and said hatefully: "Do you think I really want such a marriage contract?!"
"These things never belonged to me anyway!"
Jiang Yu was frightened by his ruthless appearance, and couldn't help but look down at his face.
The teenager gritted his teeth, the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were tensed, his eyes were slightly red, and he stared at her, and there seemed to be flames burning in the depths of those jet-black eyes.
Jiang Yu opened his mouth, and after a while he said, "Since you don't want this marriage contract, why don't you just call it quits."