The atmosphere in the room was extremely eerie, pairs of eyes staring fixedly at each other.
Zhuo Junyue's hands were clenched tightly together, the green veins visibly bulging, revealing the anger he was currently experiencing. He was trying his hardest to control the impulse to strangle Su Ningyan.
Su Ningyan stared blankly at Zhuo Junyue, as if her vocal cords had malfunctioned, she was unable to make a sound, as though she had become mute and unable to speak.
How could her uncle possibly appear by her side like a divine being at a time when she was almost in despair?
Zhuo Junyue was furious, the burning anger almost causing internal injuries.
What was she wearing? How dare she dress like that, flaunting herself before other men?
Did she know he was just about ready to gouge out the eyes of everyone in this room?
If he had arrived a moment later, would she be rolling in bed with another man right now?
