At this moment, Isaac, seated in his wheelchair, had a slightly ferocious look on his face, his eyes flickering with a sinister coldness!
Ever since Ye Xunhuan had beaten him, Isaac's heart was completely clouded with a dark, violent color.
He had lived for over twenty years, and had always been the one to trample others; never had he been trampled on, let alone thrown onto the ground like a dead dog in public by Ye Xunhuan. What was even more unbearable was that Ye Xunhuan had stepped on his face with his foot.
This was simply crueler than killing him.
After all, he was always high above others, but now he was under Ye Xunhuan's foot. This drastic contrast made his not-so-strong heart somewhat unbearable.
He wanted Ye Xunhuan dead, only with Ye Xunhuan's death could the fury in his heart be quelled, only then could the humiliation inside him be washed away!
