"An Yun, help me catch her. I want her to pay the price." Xiang Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, and the hatred in his eyes was about to devour Jian Qing.
He wanted to make her his forbidden fruit, to make her kneel in front of him begging for mercy.
The hand An Yun had pressed against his wound was stained red with blood. He did not immediately agree with Xiang Cheng. Ever since Jian Qing came back, his grandfather had clearly been biased towards her. Even if his aunt criticized her, he would be scolded by his grandfather. If the events of today reached his grandfather's ears, not only Xiang Cheng, but all of them would not escape the consequences.
Seeing An Yun's hesitation, Xiang Cheng's anger shot up, and he shook off An Yun's hand, "An Yun, are you on my side or on the woman's side? Didn't you see how she hurt me?"
"Xiang Cheng, stop it." As the eldest grandson of the An family, An Yun had his own pride and could not tolerate Xiang Cheng's uncontrolled behavior.
