"That's why I hated her so much, and why I always treated her badly. It wasn't intentional; I was just filled with too much resentment! If your wife cuckolded you, wouldn't you hold a grudge?"
"You're talking nonsense!" The door to the basement was suddenly pushed open.
Lin Feng charged in, brimming with murderous intent.
With a swoosh, he drew his katana, pointing it at Mo Zhenggang, filled with lethal determination.
"You bastard, how dare you insult Miss Yun! Miss Yun is not that kind of person. If you dare speak of her like that again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"
Mo Zhenggang looked at him in astonishment, not understanding who he was.
He didn't know about the incident where Yun Xiang had saved Lin Feng years earlier.
"But what I said is the truth..."
Hao Yansen's gaze had become thoroughly icy. He glanced at Shang Shi, who understood the cue, picked up a dagger from the ground, and then grabbed one of Mo Zhenggang's hands.
