"Xi Yemo." The pain in Kas's face was intense with anger. He never expected Xi Yemo to attack him.
"Say it again, what you just said."
The sound of Xi Yemo's voice was as chilling as a ghost, his handsome face so cold that even the breeze seemed frozen. Kas shivered, "You know Little Luo's character; she's stubborn and headstrong. When she says she's going to do something, she sticks to it."
Kas knew Carlo well, her stubbornness frightful. If she made such remarks, then as long as Xi Yemo did not show up, she would certainly follow through.
"Good, very good." Xi Yemo let out a cold snort, freeing Kas from his grip.
The moment he was released, Kas instinctively touched his jaw, his face on the verge of tears. His jaw had been fractured.
"Why don't you quickly call an ambulance? You broke my jaw."
Kas wailed.
With a glance from Xi Yemo, Kas did not dare to complain further. He knew that Carlo's actions were not right, but he was innocent. He was just the messenger.
