Ye Ningyue got married to that young master from the Zhuo Family.
Hearing this news, Ying Qi was heartbroken to the point of almost going mad.
Not seen for a few days, she ran off to marry someone else, wanting to live peacefully and happily with that person?
Impossible, anything that belongs to Ying Qi, anyone who dares to take it, must die.
The man's eyes were like flames, burning fiercely, his whole body seemed enveloped in hostility, coldness radiated, freezing the air around him.
After hanging up the phone, he casually pulled open the nearby drawer and took out a small pistol, tucked it in his waist, then stormed out.
It was dusk.
Zhuo Yue just stepped into the house from the company and was greeted by the aroma of food, this smell reminded him of his grandmother.
But thinking about his grandmother's passing, he felt utterly down.
