Qiao Yin shook the bank card in her hand, "He came to deliver the compensation to me."
Lu Lingche snatched the card from her hand and threw it directly at Gu Jing's face, "She doesn't fancy your compensation. Take your things and get out. Don't let me see you again."
Gu Jing's face was hit by the corner of the bank card, a bit painful, but the humiliation he felt was a hundred times stronger than the pain!
He stepped forward angrily, wanting to grab Lu Lingche's collar to teach him a lesson, but as soon as he reached out, Lu Lingche had him immobilized by the wrist, unable to move at all.
The searing pain in his wrist made Gu Jing's complexion turn pale, "Lu Lingche have you gone mad? Do you want to break my wrist? If I get hurt today, you can forget about marrying my elder sister!"
Lu Lingche frowned at him, his voice icy and indifferent, "Who said I was going to marry your elder sister?"
