Hearing the quiet inside, the secretary cautiously said to the security guard, "It seems they've stopped fighting."
Huo Jingting sat back in his office chair, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Fu Lingfeng also sat on the sofa, leaning back with his body, his face covered in bruises.
Their gazes met across the distance, filled with a gloomy ferocity, as if they could devour each other.
Huo Jingting placed his hand on the desk, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth growing more obvious, "Had enough?"
Fu Lingfeng's voice was restrained and explosive, "I fucking want to kill you."
The sarcasm swelling within Huo Jingting was uncontrollable; in truth, he even hated his past self from four years ago.
At that time, seeing Gu Nanqiao marry someone else, he lost all reason, purely refusing to let her belong to someone else, without considering what harm that incident would cause her.
