The tone, laced with resentment and a hint of confusion, was so cold that just listening to her voice made one feel enshrouded in chilliness.
"Why is it a woman's voice? There are no female security guards in the community..." Brother Hua stood frozen, plummeting from Heaven to Hell in the blink of an eye.
Han Fei would not tell Brother Hua that, in a moment of urgency, he had stuffed the security walkie-talkie into Red Skirt's grasp. However, as a responsible security guard, he naturally assumed the responsibility, "Give me the walkie-talkie."
After receiving the walkie-talkie, Han Fei placed it naturally to his mouth, "I know who hurt you the most, and I won't offer empty words of sympathy or promises of care. I only want the person who hurt you the most to suffer soul scattering! No, even that's too kind; we must repay the pain you've endured double-fold."
Watching Han Fei and hearing his tone was like listening to someone talking to a friend on the phone.
