Yu Yan's eyes were cold. "You're the one who proposed to me, Bao Tu. Even your friends knew that but now you want to twist the truth? Why don't I see how much you're going to pay those rich people to spread lies?"
"You b*tch!" Bao Tu couldn't stand it anymore and stretched his hand forward to grab Yu Yan.
Grab!
"Ugh!"
Before Bao Tu's hand could reach Yu Yan, another strong hand had grabbed his wrist. It was grabbed so tightly that Bao Tu nearly screamed in pain as he felt as if his joint was crushed just from the sheer power of the one who grabbed him.
"Who…?"
"May I ask what do you plan to do to my wife?" Long Ying asked in cold tone. He was still wearing his contact lenses but his clothes were slightly unkempt. It was clear that he rushed over to here after he had finished his work as Yu Yan could faintly sense the lingering smell of blood.
