Leng Yixiu turned his eyes to Lin Yixun beside Ouyang Hao, his piercing gaze falling on her face. "If the second young master leaves my woman behind, I can let bygones be bygones."
"In your dreams!" Ouyang Hao tightened his grip on the gun muzzle, sneering, "Leng Yixiu, the upper hand is now in my hands."
"Is that so?" The man raised an eyebrow, giving a profound look at Mr. Ouyang not far away.
"Unfilial son, stop this at once!" Mr. Ouyang's face turned blue with rage, "Do you even know what you are doing now?!"
"Dad, I am very clear. I have always known what I want." Ouyang Hao reached out and pulled Lin Yixun into his arms, speaking word by word, "Today, no matter what, I will take Yixun with me."
"Do you know the consequences of doing this? What is so good about this woman? I see you have been possessed!"
