Si Ye coldly glanced at her back, then looked at An Yichen, who also got out of the car.
Both men wore unpleasant expressions, with a dangerous aura flowing through the air.
Si Ye curled his lips into a cold smile, a trace of bloodthirsty chill flashing in his eyes: "Heh, Young Master An, don't you know that the woman you took away is my wife? Since when did you learn to do such despicable things, secretly harboring a married woman?"
Faced with his reproach and insults, An Yichen did not get angry.
He curved his thin lips, his smile somewhat gentle, retaliating without losing ground: "Xiaozhi is my friend. She has difficulties, and it's only right for me to help her. On the contrary, I want to ask, as her husband, why would you make her so afraid, wanting to escape from you and not wish for you to find her. Si Ye, what exactly did you do to Xiaozhi, you should be very clear about that."
A trace of coldness flickered in Si Ye's eyes.
"Didn't she tell you?"
