"Yaoyang..."
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yue's face suddenly turned pale. She instinctively wanted to say something, but before she could finish, Sun Yaoyang interrupted her coldly, "Yue'er, I know what to do next. Go out and prepare the car for me. I need to find Lu Tianxing."
Hearing Sun Yaoyang's words, and seeing the deep-seated hatred in his eyes, Zhang Yue opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but ultimately chose to say nothing and turned to leave the room.
As Zhang Yue left the study, Sun Yaoyang sat on the chair with a grim expression, his breath becoming rapid, chest heaving violently. His fists clenched tightly, veins popping on his forehead, and he looked like an evil ghost emerging from hell.
