Xiao Mo knew that Zhao Qingfeng was a coward who only responded to threats of force, but he hadn't expected him to cave so quickly.
As soon as Xiao Mo thought about Xia Wenjin choosing such a man, his blood boiled with anger.
Although he despised Xia Wenjin, she had once been his woman, after all, and they hadn't even gotten their divorce papers.
At this thought, Xiao Mo kicked Zhao Qingfeng in the stomach. Zhao Qingfeng, in pain, tried to curl up, but his hands and feet were tied. He had no way to escape the pain, causing his entire face to contort.
Biting back his pain, he glared at Xiao Mo, "Didn't I just say it? Whatever you ask me, I'll tell you. There's no need for you to torture me."
Now, Zhao Qingfeng even felt like cursing. Hadn't he just said that?
Why did this man still want to torture him?
He looked up into Xiao Mo's eyes, and the sudden thought that he had been impersonating this man sent a chill down his spine.
