If he showed even a hint of hesitation or doubt, he wouldn't know how many times he would have died today.
In his world, only the strong have the right to speak.
Those around him always looked up to him, always respectfully calling him Mr. Yu.
Only she, a timid faux heiress, dared to accuse him so self-righteously, mocking him that he would never receive genuine affection in his lifetime.
What is genuine affection?
Can it be eaten like food or spent like money?
Does it garner respect when you are down, or does it bring you power when you are humiliated?
It's worthless!
"What if I say that no matter what you do, I will not let you go? What can you do to me?" Yu Xiuzhun squatted down, his long fingers tilting Ye Mingmei's chin, forcing her to look at him.
A wicked smile curved his lips, his narrow eyes gleaming with a hint of cold brutality.
