Wang Yu was clearly enraged, but Qin Yue seemed oblivious to the need to back down, persistently accusing Wang Yu of not being a man, which only stoked the fire of anger within him.
"Qin Yue, dare to say that again."
The expression on Wang Yu's face was terrifying as he faced Qin Yue.
"I just said it, you're not like a man, you're not like a man. What now? You want to hit me? Just try, with so many people here, if you lay a finger on me, I'll scream assault."
Qin Yue was still being defiant, but her steps couldn't help retreating backwards, her eyes filled with terror, her complexion deathly pale.
She had never seen such an expression on Wang Yu's face, not even the night before when he lost his temper—it wasn't this frightening.
Watching Qin Yue, Wang Yu clenched his fists tightly, truly wanting to punch her and send her flying, but his reason told him he couldn't do it, because Qin Yue was a woman.
