Ouyang Qing didn't fear him at all; he laughed heartily and said, "Rong Shaoze, now I'm giving you a choice. Your mistress and your ex-wife, who do you want? If you choose correctly, I'll return her to you!"
Sure enough, they were in his hands!
Rong Shaoze's gaze turned cold, but the sneer at the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.
Except it was even more sinister, bloodthirsty!
"Ouyang Qing, what gives you the right to make me choose?" he asked coldly, his tone filled with contempt.
Like a high and mighty king overlooking a humble ant.
Ouyang Qing's face darkened, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He snorted coldly, "Rong Shaoze, don't forget your status! You've already married the mistress, so you shouldn't keep thinking about your ex-wife. Now, on behalf of all the islanders, I demand that you give up your ex-wife and wholeheartedly devote yourself to the mistress! If you don't comply, don't blame us for being unkind!"
