"The wife of the Xia Family, my brother's wife Xia Wuyi? Someone like you dares to lay a finger on her?"
Xia Wuyi's voice roared like thunder.
He pointed his finger at Ye Qingfeng.
As if revealing bloodthirsty fangs.
However, Ye Qingfeng stood unwavering like Mount Tai.
His gaze toward Xia Wuyi was as if looking at a fool.
"Damn it, are you seeking death... If you don't let go, I'll make sure your hand becomes forever useless, unable to stay whole on your body anymore."
Ye Qingfeng's calm and dismissive demeanor.
Xia Wuyi's entire expression changed abruptly, originally fair-faced, now flushed to the color of a pig's liver.
"To have my hand crippled, I fondly remember that feeling!"
Ye Qingfeng sighed.
There was also a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
However, the onlookers felt a bloodthirsty aura as if it came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones.
But, in Xia Wuyi's eyes,
He thought Ye Qingfeng was just pretending.
Remembering past feelings?
