Murong Yu walked over to Han Ye and stood right in front of him, nose to nose, as he snarled, "If Xiao Yunjie is not here, if I'm not about to die soon, she would have been mine! Zhihao would be calling me 'Dad' instead of 'Mr. Murong'! Who are you to try and take her away from me?"
Facing Murong Yu's somewhat deranged expression, Han Ye did not back down. He merely replied calmly, "She's not anyone's property. She has a right to choose who she wants to be with."
"Who the f*ck gives a cr*p about right?!" Murong Yu snapped and punched Han Ye in the face. It was so unexpected that Han Ye did not manage to dodge it in time, and he stumbled to the side. "There's no such thing as 'a right'. If I say that she's mine, then she's mine!"
