Jin Yu's nails dug in deep, his chest burning with a fury that almost consumed him entirely.
From childhood to adulthood, Jin Yu had never been so humiliated, never been trampled underfoot like this.
If looks could kill, Chu Feng would have died hundreds of times by now.
"You're not convinced? Want to stand up and hit me? Go ahead! Stand up and hit me!" Chu Feng said mockingly, holding Jin Yu's gaze with tangible intensity.
In the end, Jin Yu stood up, but he didn't make a move; instead, he just walked away.
Jin Yu knew in his heart that he was no match for Chu Feng, and that making a move would only bring more disgrace upon himself.
"Xie Mengying, I hope you understand your current status, and I hope you realize your situation. That's all I have to say, take care of yourself." Jin Yu paused at the door and said coldly.
