Inside the room, Matthew's voice drifted faintly, reassuring Tang Xiyu. The gentle domestic noise only fueled the violence boiling under Su Ye's skin.
His wife had screamed in pain.
She had bled.
She had been terrified.
All because of someone's petty jealousy.
Someone thought they could hurt Tang Xiyu and walk away laughing?
No.
He was Su Ye.
He was the dragon everyone feared. And Tang Xiyu was his reverse scale. Anyone who touched her, he would erase.
His gaze turned icy, his voice leaving no room for hesitation, mercy, or doubt. "She dared lay a hand on my wife. I won't allow her to breathe under the same sky as Xiyu. Handle it."
The assistant swallowed hard. Even through the phone, he could feel the suffocating killing intent. "Boss, that woman... she is Mo Yuzhen's woman."
"So?"
