Wen Xingye's rage surged, his face swollen into the color of a pig's liver, his chest heaving violently.
It seemed like he was about to be sent to his death by Ye Chuyi's anger.
Ye Chuyi paid no attention to his furious demeanor. She spread out a blanket, swept all the valuable watches and bags from the table into the blanket with a swoosh, and then packed them up.
Wen Xingye stepped forward to snatch them away, "What are you doing? These are all mine!"
Ye Chuyi stepped hard on his foot, unapologetically, listening to his cry of pain, she said innocently, "Oops, sorry, I accidentally stepped on you. You say I'm packing up my mother's things, why did you even come over? You just got stepped on for nothing—what a loss for you!"
Wen Xingye, enraged, moved to slap Ye Chuyi.
But Ye Jinyu immediately stood up, blocking in front of Ye Chuyi, "Wen Xingye, dare to lay a finger on my daughter and see what happens! If Xiaoyi gets hurt, I'll make sure you pay back tenfold!"
