That single word was like a loud crack of thunder, causing the man to freeze in shock. A chill rose from within his spine. At once, a terrifying thought appeared in his mind—it was him! It was him!
The calm and indifference on his face instantly vanished as he shouted in fury, "Mu Xichen!"
Mu Xichen's expression was cool and slightly amused, a huge contrast to Mu Donglin's twisted rage.
The latter gritted his teeth and took a step forward with clenched fists.
Before he could get close, the window on the metallic white Spyker rolled upwards slowly. Mu Xichen looked at him with his deep and dark eyes, saying, "What should belong to you, shall return to you."
Those words stung Mu Donglin like salt on a fresh wound, suddenly drawing a sharp and violent reaction from him.
"Shut up!" He raised his fist and hit the car window. It landed with a dull thud.
