"Why so arrogant?"
"Yeah, they hit someone and still talk tough. They truly lack upbringing—"
Upbringing—how could a child without parents have any?
Clutching her fists, Lian Qiao sneered coldly, but the scolding was interrupted by a chilly, piercing voice—
"My wife can be arrogant. Who the hell has an opinion?"
His words carried weight.
What a joke, why should anyone criticize a woman belonging to Xing Liehuo?
With a single sentence, the atmosphere at the scene instantly dropped to freezing point, while the coldness radiating from him was like a living Yama King walking the earth, making one's heart and spleen tremble with a heavy dark aura.
There was a thoughtful silence.
"Come with me." Yi Shaotian, hands full of blood, glanced briefly over Lian Qiao and then grabbed Xing Wan's wrist and dragged her away, crying and wailing.
Lian Qiao didn't make another sound, watching his back, she naturally knew why he did this.
