Those words almost made Yue Pengcheng faint.
Su Ningmei dared to… She dared to...
Yue Pengcheng was burning with rage. "You… You…"
Yue Pengcheng wanted to call her a fiend, but before the word could leave his mouth, Mrs. Yue interrupted, "Stop coming here and disgusting me. I don't need trash like you in my life. Get out of my sight; otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless. Tingfeng won't need to move a muscle. I'll take care of you myself."
Mrs. Yue was no longer afraid of him. It was just as Yan Qingsi said. The more she looked at him, the more evident it became that he was someone who did not even deserve to be looked at. There was no need to waste another second on that good-for-nothing fella.
Mrs. Yue looked at the time. 'D*mn it! This conversation had gone on for minutes — so much time wasted!'
"I'm not joking with you, Yue Pengcheng. This is your last chance. Don't test my patience. Otherwise, I might just kill you."
