Lu Xingye's words carried an almost obsessive madness.
He saw Lu Fengxuan as his exclusive "pet," and aside from himself, Lu Sirong had no right to touch her.
He believed in a twisted logic.
Even if she married another man, he still held onto this belief.
Lu Sirong felt both angry and hateful, biting her teeth, she angrily said, "You, you're just a madman!"
"I am a madman," Lu Xingye said casually, with a tone like he was discussing the weather:
"Lu Sirong, I advise you not to try to provoke me anymore. If I really go mad, you'll be the first one I come after."
To make a move is to draw blood.
Lu Sirong understood his meaning, biting her lip, she pursed it and watched as he turned and left, the door slamming shut with a bang.
She was furious, wrecking everything in the room like a madwoman.
Then she stood among the ruins, screaming out loud to vent the hatred in her heart.
On the other side, at Yu Family's place.
