"Youyou is mine, how could I not hold you?"
Long Xiliang instead held Lu Xiaoyou tighter, as if defending against Feng Zheyu snatching her away from his embrace.
At this moment, Feng Zheyu tilted his head slightly and said, "Master Long, could you put Xiaoyou down to talk?"
The man sneered coldly and decisively said, "No!"
Lu Xiaoyou suddenly noticed that the atmosphere between Long Xiliang and Feng Zheyu had changed, as if they became opposing sides in a battle game. On Feng Zheyu's side, crimson fire blazed fiercely, while on Long Xiliang's side, icy blue snow sealed the world.
Their gazes collided in the air, striking sparks and smoke.
Feng Zheyu stood up from the chair, bypassed the tea table, and walked to Long Xiliang.
His expression was calm, but a stern aura spread through his eyes, "Master Long holding my future wife like this makes me displeased, I hope you can put Xiaoyou down."
