Huo Qinglin's handsome face instantly darkened. He hadn't expected Yan Ting to strike directly at his sore spot. Unable to hold back any longer, he snapped, "Yan Ting, no matter how upright or excellent you are, in the end, you can't even hold on to the woman you love!"
Yan Ting's gaze stabbed straight at Huo Qinglin like a knife, a sharp warning in his eyes. "This time, I'll let it go. That's my forbearance as your elder brother. But if it happens again… you'll see what your fate will be."
Huo Qinglin dared not underestimate the weight of Yan Ting's warning. He sneered angrily, "What can you do to me? Kill me? If you kill me, this company will end up in my dad's hands sooner or later. By that point, my dad will definitely avenge me."
"Killing someone is the pettiest form of revenge. The cruellest is making your opponent wish they were dead." Yan Ting chuckled coldly.
