Ling Tianyu drew on the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking that regardless of whether Mu Yingxiong knew or not, there was one thing he was sure of, if he saw him, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from slaughtering him, he'd definitely dare to do it.
If it hadn't been for the Shen Family's intervention back then, he wouldn't know what kind of life Yanran would be leading now. She was his woman, at least for now, though they just hadn't pierced through that last layer of window paper.
Zhao Xiangde looked into Ling Tianyu's soul-piercing eyes which radiated anger and knew he was still mad about the past. He feared that if he went there, something unpredictable might happen.
