Ning Xiaofei bent into the back seat of the car, and Mu Tianye walked up, laboriously climbing the steps to stand defiantly opposite Xicheng.
"This time, I'm in a good mood, and for the sake of my wife, I'll let it slide." Mu Tianye deliberately emphasized "my wife," his demeanor like a lion declaring its territory. Then, raising his right hand, he jabbed it into Xicheng's chest, "But this is the last time. Next time, don't blame me for not being polite!"
"This is also the last time I tolerate you." Xicheng brushed away his hand, defiantly locking eyes with Mu Tianye, "If you hurt her again, I swear I'll stop at nothing to take her away."
"You?" Mu Tianye's lips curled in a sneer, brimming with contempt, "In your next life… you won't have a chance!"
Clutching his fist, Mu Tianye elegantly turned around, enduring the pain of his wounds as he strode off the steps to his own car.
