Leng Yanbo was hit in a sore spot, his complexion changed drastically as he glared at him darkly, "Yes, I still have feelings for her, so you better listen up, if you don't take her seriously, I'll snatch her back sooner or later."
"Ha!"
Leng Youchen laughed mockingly, "You speak as if you're deeply in love. Rest assured, Second Brother, even if I torment her to death, the only words on her tombstone will be 'wife of Leng Youchen'."
"You!" Leng Yanbo could barely contain his fury, angrily glaring at the man in front of him, who looked like the devil incarnate, his fists clenched at his sides, cracking ominously.
Leng Youchen raised an eyebrow, watching Leng Yanbo go mad with rage, yet helpless against him. His tone was both seductive and ice-cold, "My dear Second Brother, don't forget it was you who personally delivered her into hell. Now, I'm going to treat her wounds, Ande, see the guest out!"
The Butler stepped forward, "Second Young Master, please this way."
