Leng Youchen pursed his thin lips, passing through the crowd on horseback, and as he wheeled past Leng Yanbo, he slightly raised his head, locking eyes with his hateful gaze.
"Second brother, I have said that I would take back everything you stole from me, one by one, and this is merely the beginning," Leng Youchen said coldly, his imposing manner overpowering.
Leng Yanbo's hands by his side clenched into fists, wishing he could send a punch out and beat him down to the ground. He took a deep breath to hold back the raging anger.
His bloodshot eyes behind the glasses brimmed with hate, that bastard!
Today was the most important day for him, and it was all ruined by him. How on earth did he leave Aisha Island, and why hadn't he heard a whisper of it?
He reached up to adjust his gold-framed glasses, his eyes full of mockery, "Do you think you can secure that position?"
