"So what, you think you can meddle? The fact that you're the heir to the Ling Family, it gives you the right to interfere with my business?" Long Yu challenged, completely disregarding Ling Xiche.
"Che, save me, I don't want to be with him. He's a devil!" Han Fei'er pleaded while she had the chance.
Long Yu's brow furrowed at the sound of her plea, and he glared at her, "You wretched woman, want to die?"
With that, he raised his hand to strike Han Fei'er.
He was used to it. He liked to use his hands.
But this time, his hand wasn't successful in landing on Han Fei'er as usual.
Ling Xiche gripped his arm, "You're crossing the line."
Long Yu struggled, showing great strength. Yet, confined by Ling Xiche, he couldn't break free at all.
Ling Xiche was a soldier too, and for him, dealing with Long Yu wasn't a difficult task.
Long Yu coldly stared at Ling Xiche, "Mr. Ling, what are you implying? Are you interested in my woman too?"
Ling Xiche was just about to get married.
