Xue Murong trembled all over, her delicate face turning deathly pale with anger.
She couldn't believe that Yu Lingqian would actually say such words to her.
In Yu Lingqian's eyes was a cold disdain. "You know my temper, so don't challenge my bottom line, alright?" he said.
Having said that, he turned and left.
Just as Yu Lingqian opened the door, he saw Gu Yichen leaning against the door frame.
The bandages on his head had been removed, with a small adhesive bandage stuck to his right forehead.
"Young Master Yu, who gave you permission to talk to my woman like that?" Gu Yichen said lazily, lifting his head and staring at Yu Lingqian with icy eyes.
Yu Lingqian closed the door, his face cold and indifferent. "No one has a say in how I speak. As for you, instead of finding time for fights, perhaps you should take some time to manage your woman; she seems to have too much free time on her hands lately."
