At this moment, Song Song also saw those murderously angry eyes of Xiao Jinghuai. She was so scared that she instinctively shrank back.
But in Xiao Jinghuai's view, it was her intentionally leaning toward the man behind her. Anger consumed his heart in an instant, and he reached out and brutally dragged her away, not caring whether it hurt her.
"Come here!"
Song Song was caught off guard. At the moment he grabbed her, all she felt was a fierce pain, as if her flesh was being forcibly torn apart.
"Xiao Jinghuai, let me go! You saw earlier, you have a new lover, and so do I. So we should just part on good terms! Let's stop torturing each other..."
Song Song shouted, not daring to look at the man's eyes.
Yi Pei was stunned on the spot, a bit dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that her husband was actually the youngest entrepreneur in Qing City, the object pursued by socialites—Xiao Jinghuai.
This man is just too famous; it would be difficult not to know him.
