A cold and arrogant voice, like shards of ice, slammed toward Yang Shurong.
"It's you who are tired of living!"
Ou Jue stood there with an air of nobility, even though he was still wearing a basketball jersey, his aura remained unshaken.
He tightened his stern jaw, his dark eyes surging like stormy waves, "Instead of mocking Xia Xiyan, you'd be better off worrying about yourselves. Xia Xiyan's life—I will protect it! As for you… huh, good luck to yourselves."
It was the first time Yang Shurong faced a closed door from Xia Xiyan.
In the past, she had always been bossy toward Xia Xiyan, mocking her as she pleased.
Sneering at her however she wanted.
But now?
What did Young Master Ou's words just mean??
Xia Shiyi clung to her, crying bitterly in her arms. Yang Shurong wanted so badly to settle accounts with Xiyan, but she was forced to swallow her anger.
Meanwhile, Xia Zhengxiong was completely confused, staring blankly at his two daughters.
