Ling Zhiyuan let out a low growl from his throat, stepped forward, and looked coldly at Ye Huan: "Kid, you should understand the principle of too many monks with not enough gruel. You already have a top-grade woman, so stop competing with me! Leaving Ling Fufu's side willingly is your best choice! Otherwise, I don't mind giving you a painful lesson!"
As he said this, he cast a glance at Ye Bingning beside Ye Huan, a hint of intense jealousy flashed in his eyes, and his fist clenched with a snap, releasing a faint terrifying aura.
Ye Bingning was a stunning beauty not inferior to Ling Fufu.
Yet Ye Huan, that rascal who resorted to foul means, managed to maintain such a good relationship with Ling Fufu despite having Ye Bingning. This was enviable enough to make one die of jealousy.
Ling Zhiyuan's gaze grew increasingly gloomy.
Ye Huan laughed, wondering why, wherever he went, there were always idiots offering themselves for him to beat up?
