At that moment, Zhiyuan's gaze was icier than the Arctic. He looked so dangerous and cold with the murderous intent in his eyes as if he would strangle Xiaosi right this moment.
Instead of answering him, he landed another punch in his face that harshly tilted it on the other side. A small cut appeared on his cheek with a thin line of blood trickling by.
Xiaosi's relaxed demeanor vanished as he turned just as cold as Zhiyuan. They both stood face to face and he narrowed his eyes. "This is where it stops, Mr. Han Zhiyuan."
Zhiyuan took a threatening step towards him. "No Zhu Xiaosi. This is where I will end it once and for all. You started it seven years back by forcing yourself on Caihong that night."
His eyes slightly widened in surprise.
"I will end this cycle of pain and suffering seven years later."
Xiaosi quickly connected the dots. It was An Meiying who told him.
Xiaosi dangerously smiled. "So, you finally got your answer."
