"Xing Liehuo, enough! There has to be a limit to throwing a tantrum!"
Seeing him getting violent without discerning right from wrong, Lian Qiao was incredibly angry and utterly frustrated. How could she have encountered such a capricious man?
"Can't stand me anymore?! Hate me?" His face turned as dark as could be; Xing Liehuo's eyes, colder and sharper than ice spikes, seemed as though they wanted to tear her apart, "Lian Qiao, today I absolutely must make you remember this!"
He was very angry, extremely angry.
He couldn't tolerate this woman still harboring Yi Shaotian in her heart.
Seeing the man being unreasonably troublesome, Lian Qiao's words also lost their courtesy—why should she put up with his tantrums whenever he wished?
"Xing Liehuo, what on earth has gotten into you?"
"Yes, I've gone mad!"
