Yuan Fei's body trembled with rage, his face contorted in anger. His fists clenched, and he stood there, shaking uncontrollably, trying to muster some semblance of control. His breathing grew heavy, his mind racing with thoughts of retaliation.
"I won't let this slide," Yuan Fei growled, his voice trembling with fury.
Xu Jing, calm and collected, met his gaze with icy resolve. His words cut through the tension like a blade. "Do I look like I care? Now, get the hell out of this room before I do something I might regret."
For a moment, Yuan Fei opened his mouth as if to retort, but something in Xu Jing's cold, piercing stare made him hesitate. It was as if he could sense that pushing Xu Jing further would only end badly for him. His gaze flickered towards Ling Buyi one last time, his expression torn between anger and disbelief.
"This isn't over," Yuan Fei muttered darkly, his voice low but seething with venom.
