On the other side of the resting area.
At a distance from the three long tables.
Li Yan sat calmly on the red sofa, expressionless, staring emotionlessly ahead. His long fingers tightly gripped the armrest of the sofa, exerting just enough force to nearly crush the leather.
His left foot moved back, his right foot raised, intending to stand up.
"Devil King, don't be impulsive!"
An in-ear monitor transmitted Qiao Chenyi's tense voice, hurriedly stopping Li Yan's movements, fearing he might do something out of line.
Li Yan pretended to be unfazed, kicked the table with his raised foot, and sat back down on the sofa, murmuring, "You want me to endure again?"
No man can watch his wife being bullied while standing idly by.
Even though he knew Gu Tong was sharp-tongued enough to handle it.
He still didn't want to watch.
"Bitch" from one side, "mistress" from the other.
It's the first time he ever wanted to hit a woman!
